`start life anew [lynx]

[» Devious Dizzy]

x y l o n

Oh, do you remember back when you were thehardy rebel who went around causing mischief and basically ruining your chances of a decent start at life? Surely you do remember them, Xylon? It wasn’t that long ago you were in a small bachelor group, don’t you remember the countless times your stupid behaviour landed you in trouble, earned you death threats? Well, I’m sure you remember ‘em… maybe you just don’t want to remember, maybe you’re looking to start your life anew, which would, oh I don’t know, perhaps explain why you’re here? “Its cold today,” the young stallion noted to himself quietly, his invisible brow furrowing as the wind curled through his locks, throwing his forelock down over his dazzling amber eyes. An irritable grunt was sounded as the boy shook his head, his forelock falling back from his eyes, allowing him to see again. For several long moments he stared out across the Bay… Coco Bay – it definitely had a ring to it, it sounded like a rather innocent name for such a potentially dangerous place… looking up he watched as Seagulls circled above, his brow furrowed further as he heard their irritable squawks and screeching. A stomp of his back hoof showed just how riled the young stallion was becoming, there was no present reason behind his irritableness, it was all in the past, things in the past that were coming back to bite him in the ass and dampen his previously calm spirits. Yes, calm… he had felt calm on his arrival here, somewhat surprising really as Xylon wasn’t really the ‘calm’ type, oh no… he was more of the rebellious, sulking, stubborn type, the sarcastic type, the one who felt the need to hide his softer side as he thought it’d make him weaker, though it’d make him an easy target, none of this was because he thought he had a reputation to uphold or anything… those childish, rebellious days were behind now…

The real reason he was here was to find a home— a land for his own, his own territory where he could build his own herd, have his own children, have something to be proud of, have something to live for. So where on Earth did he begin? Did he build up a false, cocky, arrogant ego to draw in the crowd? What were the mares looking for in stallions these days? He may as well just be himself, either that or make a decent ego, a softer, more light hearted ego… but no, that would be missing the point completely. Xylon was withdrawn, stubborn, sarcastic… he planned to stay that way and he soon came to realise he didn’t give a damn what others thought. That wasn’t exactly the right attitude toward being a potential herd leader, but again, Xylon didn’t give a damn… Then again, it was never too late to change— no, no… why would he want to change who he was, he was born this way, had always been this way, he planned to keep it that way too. He thrust his head up high, his forelock hung down over his left cheek, his ears pricked and alert, his muscles bulging slightly under his shiny, coppery bay coat in the sunlight as he peered out across Coco Bay. He could see a flock of Seagulls land upon the sandy shores, pecking at the sand, moving into the salty, cool sea water… out of the corner of his left eye he could see two mares walking side by side, murmuring quietly to one another, they didn’t notice Xylon standing there… they just walked on by. Xylon turned his head slightly, sending a glare in their direction before he peered out across the Bay again, he saw a large stallion chasing away a slightly smaller, rebellious stallion and instantly he was reminded of himself… he was the slightly smaller, rebellious stallion, fleeing from the attacking larger stallion who delivered threat after threat… he stared after the two males who bolted off across the Bay and out of sight.

Perhaps he was wasting his time here? He peered down at his hooves, exhaling in a long sigh, his nostrils quivering as he did, he propelled himself forward into a brisk trot, gradually moving into a canter, three beating his way toward the crashing, blue waters… Throwing back his head he crashed into the shallow parts of the water, ducking his head with bared teeth to warn away the Seagulls that stood in his path. Xylon was a real beauty, pure Arabian blood he was… but he never took into consideration the fact that looks might just be important, he never preened himself, he tended to avoid looking at his reflection even, for all he could see was himself staring back at him, that foolish boy who’d been so selfish and spiteful toward others with no reason… But he was somewhere new now, he wanted to forget all of that, start anew, and as he bolted down Coco Bay, crashing through the shallow water he felt calm again, like his spirit was being cleansed of his sins… he closed his eyes against the breeze, forelock whipping back from his face, flickering in the eye like a small black flag in the wind. His exhaled loudly down his nostrils in a loud snort, he swung out his back legs to one side in a childish, playful buck, a slight squeal escaping his lips as he did. He felt like a little foal again, bounding through the water his fellow friends… but that all quickly changed— no, no… he couldn’t reflect on those memories again, this was the present and he planned to live it to his fullest, though whether he’d achieve that he wasn’t exactly sure of. Eventually, he found his breathing was becoming ragged, his lungs crying out for air, which gradually brought him to a skidding halt through the soggy sand underfoot, water spraying up around him, licking his flanks and chest, drenching his legs, making his hooves appear shiny in the sun’s beaming rays, at least it wasn’t so windy now… a slight smile appeared on his lips as he turned and plodded back onto dry land, head hung low… his brow, again, furrowed and the slight smile faded quickly from his lips, was he really prepared to start anew? It seemed like a good idea, a sensible idea… something he could work towards, he could better himself, he didn’t have to develop this hatred against himself anymore. He halted, lifted his head up once more and peered out across the Bay, a quiet whicker passing through his lips as he stood… Stood and waited.

Character;; Xylon
Word count;; 1116
Status;; Complete
Notes;; Here he is ^^
Reserved for;; Lynx <3

[lynx'']

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

Why was it that i always ventured back here? This was the first place i had landed on upon my travelling to Midnight Acres, here, i had met Zarian, the bolshy dappled stallion, he had threatened me, but his threats meant nothing to me, i had seen worse, heard worse, and done worse. He soon seemed to get board of waiting around for me, or perhaps i had scared him off...I must admit, I had felt slightly sorry for him at the time, always had complete control over his mares, or 'toys' as he called them. And when one had come back up and bit him hard on the ass, he didn't like it.

A soft smirk spread across my jaw line as i recalled the memories of his shocked face when i had spoken to him for the first time. But after he left, i had stayed here; why? I couldn't answer that myself, but it was something about the place, the crashing wildness of the waves against the sandy shore and the jagged rocks, it kinder reminded me of my own life. Wild, untamed and unpredictable. A bit like Snyper; the young colt i had met, also, on the shores of the bay. He was the only child of my deceased sister, Africa. She was why i had left my homeland two years ago, i needed to speak with her, i had some explanations to unravel. I blamed myself for her death, i blamed myself for a few reasons, You see, i wasn't like most horses, if you were a light, you were brought up to live life to the full and be happy chasing butterflies all day; if you were dark, you were learnt to kill from a very young age, i was neither...

Being taught how to kill and being demanded to kill were two completely different things..My past was awful, sure, i had friends, an older sister, who I took care of, but i wasn't a wanted child, no. I was created simply out of spite. Mine and Africa's mother was the greatest, she taught us everything, but my dear sisters father had been brutally murdered by his brother; my father It had all been so confusing at the time, but now, deep down, i knew my mother hated me, just because of who my father was and what he had ordered me to do.

I remember it quite clearly, it was a summers night, fairly warm. My father called for me, told me disturbing stories about my family. It upset me to think that he wanted me to be a killer, to be his personal slave, but what choice did i have? He told me it would make mother proud. Curse his words, curse everything he ever told me. I was ordered to find Storm, a young stallion, a year older than my sister, Africa. They were best friends, and had been since birth, but because he was now growing older and stronger, i had been ordered to kill him,and then, my own sister. Though i had my own doubts that my father would get to her first.

Before i went to find Storm, i sought out Africa, told her to run to a place she thought safe, a place where no other would find her. I told her after i had done my deal, i would find her, and tell her everything..but could i really tell her i had just murdered her best friend? It didn't take me long to find Storm; all the time, my mind had wandered to where Africa was, wondered how confused she really was. Wondering what is going on...I reported back to my father when I had killed the dappled colt; only to find him furious that he had let Africa slip through his fingers once more, i gave him my word that i would find her, and my journey continued.

I gave a saddened sigh as i allowed my mind to seep back to the present. I had told her to run, told her to run and not look back, it was my fault she was dead. I sheltered in a cave, the caves on the south side of the bay; here, the noise of the crashing waves echoed and rang in my audits, and endearing muttered voices, i stepped forward with silent steps and peered warily out of the door of the cave, seeing two mares in deep conversation, passing close to me, yet i didn't catch their words.

I blinked several times, summer was here. At long last, my favorite time of year, the bright energy that was released helped me to forget about my troubled past. Optics drifted across the sands, spotting two stallions bolting off into the distance; i shook my crown and smiled softly. They were free of any harm or troubles, most around here were, they had homes, friends and a lover. Even children. I had nothing. No one would take me, why? Perhaps i was a monster. My evenly marked piebald figure was covered with scars. A deep wound in my hind, three deep cuts, refusing to heal in the right hand side of my hind, caused by a bear attack, making my slightly lame for some time. Other scars were present, a few on my stomach, one on my face, this was perhaps the biggest of them all. It ran close to my left eye. The mixture of brown and blue, my left was completely ice blue, the right however, had a strange combination of the two; deep chocolate brown with a flash stripe of bright blue running through the middle, another deformity? It must be.

Again, i sighed, the soft yet cold breeze whipped my forelock out of my eyes, crossing it down the side of my cranium. Troubled pools rested on a loner bay, standing near the water edge. Something about him intrigued me, he looked powerful, understanding almost; so when his soft vocals carried in the wind to wards me; i couldn't help but take a shy step forward, why was i so confident all of a sudden? Normally, any horse that came onto the beach, i threatened, teeth bared and audits snapped back into my skull. But why? I even confused myself at times. My kissers made a slight movement, allowing soft yet demanding lyrics to be carried to wards the stallion; would he dare approach me? All others that did soon carried away, scared by my attitude to life and appearance.

Character: Disturbia
Word Count: 1117
Status: Complete
Comments: BLEH, i totally rambled on there, but now you know quite alot about her and her past, hopefully this could give you some idea's about replying xD
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[» Devious Dizzy]

x y l o n

It seems like hours you've been stood here now, Xylon... Maybe its time you headed off, it can't hurt to search elsewhere? Search, mhm... what exactly are you searching for? Are you even searching or are you just admiring the view now? You're so quiet, you don't even move, you barely even apare to be breathing... He was so handsome, the way he stood in that proudly held position, his head high and forelock curling with the breeze, his locks dancing, standing out perfectly against his vividly bright surroundings. His ears stood alert upon his crown, his nostrils flared with each breathe he took, his breathing quick and sharp, almost as though he was on edge, almost as if he was ready to bolt off across the Bay at any second. The Seagulls resumed their screeching again, much to Xylon's distaste, with a stomp of his back hoof he propelled himself forward into a gallop, bucking and racing across the blazing white sand, ducking and swinging his head at the Seagulls that had once again landed in his short time of silence and stillness. "Get away, get out of my sight!" he suddenly cried. Such a shame those Seagulls had to be the victim of his sudden outburst of rage. He kicked and bucked, hooves flying, teeth snapping, hair flapping as he twisted and lashed out with his hooves and threw out both his front and back legs. Seconds later he stopped, his flanks heaving as he struggled to catch his breathe, by this point the Seagulls had already taken flight, circling above and squawking their anxiety having being the innocent victims of Xylon's outburst.

Xylon staggered back a few steps, closer toward the water. He lifted his head, thrusting his forelock aside so that it hung down his left cheek again, his piercing amber eyes staring further up the bay- who was that? He squinted against the light's beaming rays... it looked as though someone was approaching from afar? He cracked his tail across his hind legs loudly, jerking up his head and holding it at a slight side angle, his lips quivering as he peeled them back to reveal a set of dull teeth, almost as though he was trying to warn the approaching equine off... was it male or female? He inhaled deeply, catching a scent on the salty, sea breeze. His first guess was female, but he could be wrong. He turned his back to the approaching equine and it was only a minute later he heard their demanding cry being sent as a reply to his previous call, his ears swivelled, tilting back toward his head. It was a mare, that much he knew... he swung round to peer further up the Bay. She was pretty looking, he quickly took that into account, his right ear leaning back toward his head now whilst his other ear tilted forward, twitching and swivelling slightly. His lips quivered as he gave another quiet, perhaps uncertain sounding whinny in response whilst cautiously taking a slight step towards her. A slight grunt was sounded as he suddenly snapped back his ears, flashing his teeth briefly before puffing out his chest and stomping his front hooves into the white sand underfoot, he didn't know what to make of this female, he had no experience with females, or socializing for that matter... he didn't even know how to approach a female, poor boy, huh..

The mare's two toned body was covered in scars, she looked like the sort of girl you wouldn't want to cross, she looked as though she'd had her fair share of violence, fighting... He forced a snort down his nostrils, he turned to the side slightly, flicking his tail side to side quickly, now he was displaying odd behaviour which seemed to be changing every second, which he figured would probably put the mare off approaching him any closer... he probably seemed like a threat to her now. He wasn't sure of his actions or why he felt the need to display such odd, off putting behaviour. A normal stallion would've stayed collected and relaxed and approached a female with ease before getting lost in conversation in a matter of seconds, whereas Xylon, clearly, wasn't that sort of stallion. There was a long, drawn out pause before Xylon finally turned his gaze to the mare, he side stepped a few steps closer toward her, his ears tilted in her direction now. He halted, straightened himself up and whirled round to face her, dust and sand flying up around his dark, soot colored legs. His eyes met her oddly colored ones quickly. "I don't bite," he declared with a hint of sarcasm, fidgeting on the spot. "So, what's your story? You seem to have quite a history, judging by your scars and all," he stated, motioning toward her scar covered body, his brow furrowing curiously. He met her eyes again for a quick second, "Xylon," he said, simply stating his name before returning his gaze to her scars, sure maybe others wouldn't have been so quick to mention something such as her scars but Xylon was right to the point and curiosity got the better of him and he quite clearly didn't care if the history behind her scars was a painful one, if that was the case he only wished to know more.

Character;; Xylon
Word count;; 895
Status;; Complete
Notes;; Eh, not as many words this time.. I don't like this post, its rambly and weird.. >< next one will be better -nodnod-

[lynx'']

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

For some time; i stood silently and watched the bright bay stallion act up. What are you doing.. was the expression that came off my pretty slightly dished face. When he slapped his ears back and gave an aggressive snort, i half-reared; a distressed squeal coming from my kissers, my harks were hidden and my facial expression now turning sour. Why could no stallion simply act normal around me? Was i some sort of demon that changed everyone's attitude?

My cranium remained raised, at a slightly arkward angle; but i wouldn't back down and let this stallion get the better of me. No. I wasn't like that..I also, blew a loud snort down my nostrils and stamped my fore hoof in annoyance at this brute. But when his attitude changed and he began walking towards me. I eyed him with curiousity and took a few small steps back, before coming slightly comftable with his presence and scent, i stopped. My optics locked on him, a glint of fury and anger visable in them.

When he spoke, in manly, yet affectionate tones, one hark twisted forward, whilst the other, remained back, showing my attitude towards being with another. It had been so long, i had got used to my own voice, and my voice only. On hearing another, the strange sound intrigued me a little. "I don't bite.." I snorted with slight sarcasm once his words hit my audits, and i replied with a casual tone, yet in my words, i was sure he could tell i was uneasy. "It's a good job you don't.." A slight hiss was added to the vocals as they rolled off my tongue.

I stood straight, skull stil lraised higher than normal, my tail slightly kinked, un-natural for one of mustang blood, yet they had been arabians in my home herd, and i was set at ease by their natural elegance. When he spoke again, harks snapped back and i lifted my upper nody off the ground by a mere three inches, before landing softly and snorting, tossing my skull, i landed my cold eyes back on him "Don't look at my scars!" I hissed, swatting my rump with my tail and snorting again, slightly embarassed by the effect they had on my apperance. "You wouldn't want to know, brute." I added, in a slightly more calmer tone.

My harks remained turned backwards, but when he spilled his name, one propped forward and i returned the favour, "Disturbia.." I told him, slighlty proud. My name discribed me perfectly..my past, the present and most likely the future would always be related to my name...i was disturbed, and always would be. I saw his gaze return once more to my scars and another hifgh pitched squeal came from my vocal cords in a last warning for him. I hated everyone looking at my scars, i hated it! They were part of my past, yes. the past and now, i was ready to move on to the future..

Character: Disturbia
Word Count: 519
Status: Complete
Comments: sorry for the wait dizzy (: and it's short...i'm running slgihtly low on muse =/
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[» Devious Dizzy]

x y l o n

Well, Xylon - aren't you glad you finally have company? Or do you not care for that sort of thing? Would you rather be alone right now-- surely not? Surely you were tired of being alone, surely you want to start anew... or are you unsure? Are you going to change your stubborn, awkward ways, or remain the same? I understand your rebellious days are in the past now, but the rest of your personality isn't exactly perfect, mhm? Or maybe you'll just hope that others will accept this is the way you are, this is who you really are, mhm? A slight growl escaped Xylon's lips as he turned his head to the left, holding it at an awkward angle, his ears were pinned back and his eyes darted around, seemingly following the movement of something. It appeared a bee was now buzzing around Xylon's face, irritating the stallion in no less than a few seconds, his teeth bared and he drew back his head, stomping a front hoof in irritation. He looked so fierce and riled, and it was surprisingly really, how something so small could rile him this quickly. A few moments later the bee gave up and with its tiny wings vibrating fiercly, it buzzed off into the sun's warm rays... Xylon's ears slowly lifted from his crown and he ducked his head to bite at an irritating itch on his left knee before seconds later swinging his head back up, glaring coldly at the mare before him. Was there any real reason behind his hostile behaviour or did he just enjoy being socially awkward and socially weary? It seemed so, unless he was unsure of himself and unsure of what to say to her... It wasn't everyday he came face to face with another being, especially a female being.

For now the mare had captured most of Xylon's interest, he tore his gaze away from her scars as her hard hitting words flooded his ears. He did not interupt nor respond, not until he was certain she was finished speaking... his brow furrowed further and he continued his glaring, swatting his tail loudly to emphasise his irritation even more, though by the way he held his dainty, lithe body it was already quite clear he was still riled. He peeled back his upper lip, revealing a set of dull looking teeth once more before tossing his head, forelock bouncing on his forehead. Seconds later his teeth disappeared from view as he set his lips into a straight line, making it hard to read his expression which right now appeared blank, almost solid, solid like stone almost... He glanced away, grunting quietly to himself, not liking what the female known as Disturbia was saying, he wanted to look at her scars and she was telling him not to, and he didn't quite know how to handle being told what to do as nobody had ever given him an order, told him what he can and can't do... he stole a glance at her, grunting again, rolling his dazzling amber eyes at her before bringing his gaze fully back to her. "Well, I'm guessing," he motioned to her scars quickly, "that its very personal to you?" he said dryly, glancing over her scars one last time before returning his eyes to hers, flaring his nostrils at her. "Disturbia," he repeated her name quietly to himself, the name rolling with ease off the end of his salmon pink tongue...

"Interesting name," he said quietly, looking back over his shoulder toward the sea where he watched two foals frolicking, playing, dashing back and forth with the waves that lapped at the blazing white sand. It was amusing, watching two children play so freely, not knowing that life could so easily change in the future, they were so innocent, so carefree. He wanted to be like that, he wanted to be one of this colts, dashing back and forth, chasing the water, his childhood hadn't been a carefree, easy one... maybe if his childhood had been... better he wouldn't be the way he was today? Who knew. His ears swivelled and he snapped his cranium back round to look back at Disturbia, now avoiding her gaze it seemed as he danced slightly on the spot, his soft black locks bouncing on his neck as he did. There was a long and perhaps tense silence between them before Xylon finally spoke again, now standing still, peering up at Disturbia through his lashes and forelock, studying her face quietly, squinting slightly at times, it was almost like he was trying to know her better, to figure her out almost, see beyond the scars that didn't so gracefully line her body. Finally he lifted his head so it was level with hers before reaching out with his muzzle slightly to nudge it against hers, his bolted jolted as his muzzle touched hers and he coiled his head back quickly, ears tilting back uncertainly, he'd never really had much physical contact with another being before. "Why're you here?" he asked, straight to the point, "don't you have somewhere to reside?" he quizzed her, pushing his graceful body forward into a slow walk as he walked a semi circle round her so that he ended up halting beside her in the sand, peering out across the bright, blue waves. "I'm new here," he stated quietly, glancing sideways into her eyes for a moment before snatching his gaze away to peer back out across Coco Bay once more. "You're the first one I've spoken to here... Well, the first one I've spoken to in a long time now," he murmured, his voice seemed void of emotion almost as if he was building a barrier between himself and his emotions, blocking them out, pushing them away and attempting to crush them down, forget they every exsisted. He didn't want to appear weak, he couldn't appear weak, he wasn't weak, at least... he hoped he wasn't.

Character;; Xylon
Word count;; 997
Status;; Complete
Notes;; This post is better I guess ^^

[lynx'']

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

He was different. no doubt about that..I continued to watch his, a slighlty confused look in my optics; why was he acting so strange? One minute he was calm and relaxed..the next he lost his temper over a small bee. With each of his little temper tantrums; a stepped back, harks flattening into my mane and a low frown came over my eyes. I hadn't really seen or heard any toher equines for quite some time now, and to have one stumble across me and then act up; well, it confused me. Part of me wanted to slink back into my caverns and listen to the waves crashing against the rocks; whilst the other half, wanted to remain where i was, and talk with this stallion some more.

My gaze was shifted from his bay carcass and out to the ocean, where i too, rested my gaze upon two small colts playing in the shallow water...where were their mothers? Coco bay...although sounded safe, was extremely dangerous; the tide was very unpredictable and very unforgiving. I let go an irritated snort and licked at my dry muzzle; glancing back over at Xylon and placing the smallest smile upon my lips. I saw him study me once more and i shook my cranium, really, i wasn't that magnificent! I sighed, softly and was taken by suprise when he lifted his crown and bumped his muzzle gently against mine; I gave a soft nicker, but pulled my skull away, not looking at him, until he spoke.

I swallowed, and shifted my weight as he danced around to my side, i tucked in my crown and tilted it right, giving him a small nip on his shoulder; before setting my gaze ahead, left hark pointing forward, the right twisted to Xylon, listening to what he was saying. "Xylon. I have no home, here, is where I currently reside..." I glanced across at him, and paused before carrying on with my small speech "Yes; I haven't spoken to any soul in about three months now; apart from you." I glanced across the bay again, eyeing the two colts who had spotted us, and were looking curious. I slapped my harks back in a warning to them. Letting them know this was a closed conversation.

Character: Disturbia
Word Count: 390 ( )
Status: Complete
Comments: holy crap thats bad, your post was brillient, but i was kinder rushed, the next one will be better, promise!
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[» Devious Dizzy]

x y l o n

Aren't you worried this girl is going to lose interest. Sure, she seems interested enough, but maybe she's putting it on, maybe she doesn't want to be here talking to you, maybe she's trying to be kind? A sense of paranoia suddenly overcame the young stallion and his eyes became considerably darker as he watched the waves battle against one another, waves over lapping, crashing up against each other whilst the Seagulls circled up above, some sat on the bobbing waves, not seeming to mind if the waves were tossing them back and forth carelessly. A flicker of amusement crossed the young male's face but he quickly snapped back to reality, his gaze switching to the female stood beside him. He glanced at her scars - the injuries she substained to gain those scars must've been pretty bad ones, he winced slightly, drawing his gaze away from her scars again quickly. His gaze darted here and there, unable to settle his amber eyes on something, anything for more than a matter of seconds. One ear swivelled, tilting toward the two colts that danced and splashed carelessly through the shallow water that lapped gently up onto the blazing white sand.

Part of him wanted to chase them off for being so noisy, but he knew it'd be a pretty cruel act to chase them off for being young and carefree, he recalled being like that once- or at least, he recalled seeing other children being like that when he was a small colt... sure he'd been careless but his life had never been like those colts, it'd never been fun, just full of danger, trouble, his family had been a dysfunctional one, and he could only be thankful they had seemingly made up following the death of both his parents. His parents deaths had brought their dysfunctional, troublesome family closer, or so it had seemed at the time, but then again... they had been in need of comfort of one another as they grieved, but not Xylon, he stuck to himself, kept away from his family, kept his head down and stood quietly the majority of the time whilst his family mourned, talked, but thankfully there had been no arguements, no fighting at the time. Xylon tried to get to know his older brother, Desert Fire, who at the time he'd only recently found out about, he figured deep down that Fire perhaps didn't want anything to do with him... Xylon wasn't the sort you were dying to get to know and be around, he wasn't the 'friendly' type, he wasn't the one for friends in general, and that didn't always make life easy.

His body shuddered slightly against the chilly breeze that swept across the Bay, a nip to his shoulder brought his gaze back to Disturbia, his black locks weaving round his ears and flickered around his eyes. Turned out she didn't have a home, this was the place she currently resided. With a slight shake of his head he sighed inwardly, lifting a hoof slightly to kick aside a large pebble. He was the first one she'd spoken to in at least three months, what Xylon couldn't grasp was why she was talking to him in the first place, she didn't seem like the sort of girl to put up with his kind. "Stick with me," he said suddenly after a moments hesitation, his amber eyes flickered to her face, drawing in every detail. "I know I'm not the best company, I don't have a place to reside myself but... its better to have company than to be alone... or have I gotten it all wrong? Would you prefer to be without my company?" he paused, snorting harshly, turning his gaze away from her sharply, his eyes narrowing slightly as his lip curled slightly at the corners, "It wouldn't surprise me if you didn't want to stick around with me," he jutted out his chin, flaring his nostrils, "nobody ever bothered to give me a chance... thats all I've ever wanted, a chance to prove I'm more than just the guy who suffers from mood swings, the guy who is socially awkward and short tempered..." he trailed off before his lips suddenly moved, more words falling from his lips, "do you know that feeling?" he questioned her before very slowly moving his eyes back to hers.

Character;; Xylon
Word count;; 727
Status;; Complete
Notes;; He's weird xD

[lynx'']

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

For a few moments, i stood dazed. In my own world, lost within my imagination. flashbacks of my childhood, my mother. The mother that dispised me. god i looked so peaceful and inocent back then. Little did i know that i was a killer, a cold blooded killer. I let a soft snicker escape my kissers as they parted slightly, the soft harmonic sound jerking me back into the present. My cranium hung low, almost touching the ground, audits drooped slightly. What was this soft emotion i was feeling? Relaxation Again, my lips twitched in a almost 'thankyou' motion to Xylon, and i picked my crown up, ears perking forward as i noticed how close we stood now.

The sound of his hoof clapping against the pebble he shifted made me blink and look up at him, my odd coloured optics staring deep into his as he spoke stick with me I looked alarmed, almost panicked and i snorted, dipping my skull and taking a small step back, "What..really?" I stammered, shifting my jaw in a soft chewing motion. "I-I'd like that, Xylon.." I murmered, licking at my lips and stepping forward again, picking up my skull and reaching up to tug at his tassles.

I stepped back as he spoke once more, almost bewildered that i had touched another without it being a attack. I gave a hard swallow, as a lump rose in my tight throat and i allowed a soft smile to spread across my jaw line. "Yes..I know what you mean, I have been through the same, if not worse. I will stick with you, Xylon. But as a friend only, you are not my king, not yet. I'm not easy to live with.." I murmered, licking at my dry mouth and glancing up at him. I gave a weak smile, unsure of what he would say now he knew i was arkward to live with..

Character: Disturbia
Word Count: 332
Status: Complete
Comments: BLEh...sorry. I'm writing a story so have no horse muse, plus, i haave had a hard weekend. I apologise for shortness, Diz. =[
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[» Devious Dizzy]

x y l o n

Be still, Xylon. You’re fine here, you’re safe. And you’re not going to do anything stupid, are you? Mhm? Especially in this girl’s company. You don’t want to give her the wrong impression – the impression that you’re so maniac, because you’re not… you just have, oh, well… I don’t know, issues controlling your temper at times, right? You’ve always been that way, since you were born. You can’t help it, right? Xylon peered at Disturbia now, his eyes never leaving her face, he no longer shared an interest in her scars, he shared an interest in her. He forced a loud snort down his nostrils before throwing his head up and down in a bobbing motion, his black locks flying up around his face, his amber orbs watching as she stood back a step, her voice had now taken up a stammering sort of tone. His ears tilted forward as she agreed to his idea before she moved back over to stand beside him, his ears suddenly flew back against his head, his whole body tensing as she tugged at his hair, he flinched slightly, his ears gradually lifting from his head.

He noticed that she almost looked… bewildered look that crossed her façade, but also noted the smile that spread across her lips. His body gradually became less tense before quickly tensing once more, muscles tightening and bunching under his coppery bay pelt. Most of all he noticed how her expressions and body language changed so quickly, much like his own expressions and body language… perhaps they were similar in some ways? It was hard to tell as he barely knew her yet. A slight nod was given… so, it seemed they had both experienced that feeling of not being understood. A grunt escaped his throat ‘I will stick with you, Xylon. But as a friend only, you are not my King, not yet. I’m not easy to live with,’ she told him which only made Xylon shake his head and roll his eyes slightly, “and you think I’m going to be easy to live with?” he murmured in response, his voice edged with amusement almost, “it makes a change from the mares I used to see in my father’s herd, y’know the sort… the average attention seekers…” he trailed off, the left corner of his lip curling upwards slightly in a distasteful snarl. His brow, once again furrowing deeply, his ears sliding back against his head, disappearing under locks of dark, ebony hair.

Quickly, he snapped out of his temper, his ears moving upward to stand erect upon his cranium, his tail swishing side to side gently, his shoulder muscles loosening up a little and he gradually allowed his body posture to relax and calm to the point his muzzle almost touched the ground and his eyelids drooped down over his dulling eyes. A distant squawk up ahead startled him and he sprang into life as he felt a sudden gust of wind whistle through his hair, his head flew up, ears snapped back and his teeth suddenly bared and he propelled himself forward suddenly into a gallop, galloping a short distance away before he swung round at alarming speed, dust flying up around his ebony legs, tail whipping his flanks and hooves skidding through the blazing white sand. His breathing at this point had become ragged from his sudden spook; he looked up with ice cold eyes at the bird that had startled him and shuddered against the wind that had startled him even further. Heavily he sighed and moved toward Disturbia, halting close to her side, clearing his throat quickly as though nothing had happened. Xylon’s voice suddenly became quiet, “where do you suggest we go?” he asked her, stealing a quick glance at her, “I don’t think there are any… open lands for me to take… so for a while we should go elsewhere…” he trailed off, eyes darting left to right, almost as though he was checking that the coast was clear.

Character;; Xylon
Word count;; 668
Status;; Complete
Notes;; don't like this post.. but yeah =/ ..

[lynx'']

DISTURBIA

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

His quick reaction startled me. When i reached up to tug at his tassles, he rejected me, i snorted a shied away, harks tilting backwards and my head drooping low. My eyes dragged themselves from the golden coloured sand and back onto him, i remained some distance away from him, i was scared, insecure. I found it hard to comunicate with others, so when i did, it knocked me down when something bad happened. With another disgruntled snort, i lifted my cranium to stare at the bright colouring of his pelt, it seemed to glow in the suns rays, my gaze shifted from his frame to meet his contact once more, wanting to see some sort of sign from him.

A low snarl escaped my kissers when he spoke in an almost mocking tone and i lifted a forehoof up, slamming it down in the sand in annoyance. Although i was beginning to think we were similar in some ways; deep down i knew i was unique, no-one would live the way i did, no-one would feel the pain i felt. When he spoke again, i stepped forward, flicking my two toned banner against my sides. "I'm like no other mare, Xylon." I spoke quietly, shifting my gaze from him out to the sea and surrounding area.

My temper remained slightly stressed as i allowed my gaze to fall over him, not afraid to keep looking at him, as he had to me soon time earlier. However, as he spooked, a stressed squeal came from my kissers and i shied once more, forlock falling over my eyes in the sharp movement. As he took off, i did too, at a slightly slower pace, due to a wound on my hind, however. My tail kinked slightly and i danced in an alert tone, gaze shifting from the bay stallion over to the small cove we had stood in moments earlier. I blew a loud snort from my nostrils and ducked my crown, tossing it in an annoyed matter. I turned to glare over at Xylon as he came over to me once more and my harks tilted back, another softer squeal coming from my open mouth and i extended my muscular neck and bared my pearls at him, clacking them together in a loud gesture. My hard gaze was focused on him as he cleared his throat and spoke asif nothing had happened.

I slashed my banner against my rump, wincing slightly as it caught my wound and stung at the fresh flesh inside. His words made my audits perch forward and i catched his now calmer tone; i shook my crown and smiled at him. "Theres a place i know..its called Black Lake, my sister used to reside there, that is...before she passed away. Maybe the king would let us reside there for some time? Until a land comes up, or until you challenge." I paused, thinking over what i had just told him. I'd mentioned Africa...i sighed softly, hiding the my saddened eyes before blinking and bring my gaze back up from the ground. "I don't know anywhere else.." I added, forcing a smile as i stepped towards him, the summer breeze that had picked up had sent shivers down my spine.

Character: Disturbia
Word Count: 554
Status: Complete
Comments: lol...my posts are just getting shorter..hope they arn't too bad for you?!
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[» Devious Dizzy]

Sorry to keep you waiting so long, but I'm a bit dead on what to write. Maybe we could just say that Xylon agreed to going to Black Lane and I'll make a thread for them both there tomorrow? Sorry x.x

[lynx'']

sure, its fine, let me know when you have the post up in BL