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Post by amraphel on Mar 24, 2008 12:17:22 GMT -5
Psychopath. We hear the word and cringe.Images of various dark equines conjuring up in your head But they're the bottom of the barrel -- most of the two million psychopaths in the world are not murderers. They're our friends, lovers and herdmates. They're outgoing and persuasive, dazzling you with charm and flattery. Often you aren't even aware they've taken you for a ride -- until it's too late.
Amraphel smirked.Ahhh what a lovely lovely day.He spat to the ground.Yeah not in this fucking lifetime.Pink lined eyes squinted against the brightness of day.Putrid thing.If he could pluck it from the sky and use it to burn up this forsaken planet he would.One of these days.Disturbed paint ingressed over the rolling hills.Winter was here that was the only thing he could think of.Another cold.Death.Cold death.His lips pulled up in a smirk as he jauntily walked through the new lands he had come across.Oh the devil had been unleashed.A devil with angel wings.
Psychopaths exhibit a Jekyll and Hyde personality. "They play a part so they can get what they want," The guy who showers a woman with excessive attention is much more capable of getting her to lend him money, and to put up with him when he strays. The new herdmate who gains his other herdmates trust has more access to their spoils And so on. Psychopaths have no conscience and their only goal is self-gratification. Many of us have been their victims -- at gatherings, through friendships or relationships -- and not one of us can say, "a psychopath could never fool me."
He was a good looking stag.Not overly muscled but lean and athletic built.Lots of running away.Ha! His color was a bit odd but intrigued most, Inky black splotches on a crisp white background.His mug was almost completely white save for a cap on the top of his head that extended to his ears.Muzzle pink and eyes lined with the same fruity color people took him for granted.He looked so......innocent.Ice blue eyes that conveyed a warmth but upon deeper inspection would revel.....emptiness,
Think you can spot one? Think again. In general, psychopaths aren't the product of broken homes or the casualties of a materialistic society. Rather they come from all walks of life and there is little evidence that their upbringing affects them. Elements of a psychopath's personality first become evident at a very early age, due to biological or genetic factors.By the time that an equine hits their late teens, the disorder is almost certainly permanent.
He has always been this way.As long as he could remember anyhow.When you got your whore of a mother tainting your milk on purpose you tend to get a little complex.The bitch eating semi poisonous plants just to get a rise out of him.Yeah it didn't take to long for him to learn.It did not take long at all.His first blood was shed at a tender age and he remembered reveling in the heavy tinny smell of his best friends blood.They had always talked about it.Well Am actually had the balls to act on it.His friend was so surprised.Even now his smiled at the sheer gratification of that suprised look.That smell.Quite unfortunately he was getting his blood boiling by thinking of all this.Slow and steady wins the race.Slow and steady wins the race.
Psychopaths have only a shallow range of emotions and lack guilt. They often see themselves as victims, and lack remorse or the ability to empathize with others. "Psychopaths play on the fact that most of us are trusting and forgiving people,"The warning signs are always there; it's just difficult to see them because once we trust someone, the friendship becomes a blinder.
The mantra moved over and over in the damaged inner workings of his cranium.He actually started humming a little tune to it as well a smile pasted on is face.Such a disturbed individual.These new lands were quite interesting to say the least.Well hmmm first line of business.Wenches.He licked his lips.Oh yes no ruler ever did get far without a bevy of wenches to breed and hold heirs.Little more than flesh he could ride.He laughed lightly to himself.Outward appearance that of a stag who was in high spirits and right wiht the world.If only one knew.If only one knew.
Even lovers get taken for a ride by psychopaths. For a psychopath, a romantic relationship is just another opportunity to find a trusting partner who will buy into the lies. It's primarily why a psychopath rarely stays in a relationship for the long term, and often is involved with three or four partners at once. To a psychopath, everything about a relationship is a game.
It did not take him long.His nares picking up the scent of grounds where he could pick up a wench or too.Like going shopping.Slithering tongue again licked over his lips.DAMNED SUN! his mind screamed even though the smile still remained pasted on his mug.Yes hmmm he was sure there were a few good ones about to serve his purposes.Now would he play maniacal evil dark? Or lovely feathery light? Hmmm which would bring more of a draw? Well he supposed he would wait and see what would come up.
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Post by lynx'' on Mar 24, 2008 12:29:56 GMT -5
S O P H I E
Why was she here? Oh yes, because she didn't have a home, thats why. Dark bay bodice slid across the lands, her black mane and tail bouncing on her lighty, spongey stride. The sun was high in the sky, telling the dark mare it was almost midday, ack, she hated the day, she preferred night time, where she could prowl, scare every single little creature she came across. Mind snapped back to the day, nares were filled with the scent of another, a stag. A slight smirk spread across her dished dial. She snorted loudly, she wasn't far off him, she could tell, however, she would not go to him. She tipped her head back and screamed out a cry for help, her lyrics pouring out of her mouth and whipping around the lands known as Zukara Brook.
She stepped backward, through a few trees, their branchs hiding her, there, she waited patiently, with narrow eyes. Her lovely dark brown eyes, enough evil stored in them to kill. To kill, now Sophie, now, do it now, finish him off. her fathers voice rang inside her head, she closed her eyes shut tightly, not now, no during the day, it didn't make much effect, she would kill everynight if she could.
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Post by amraphel on Mar 24, 2008 13:02:33 GMT -5
Amraphel's harks saucered forward and he stopped dead in his tracks to the sound.Ooooooo how absolutely delicious was that sound.A shiver raced down his spine so quickly his mottled peltage stood on end.Pinkened lips curved deeper into a grin.Oh to find the mare that had leased that beautiful song.
Eyes flashing as he turned and moved with light bouncing steps in the direction of the call.It took him moments before he was standing where the helpless victim.....erm the other in need of his help should be resting.Skull turned this way and that.He could smell her.His eyes rolled back in his head a moment and he let out a low even snort.Yes he could smell her but where was this one? Eyes opened once more just lightly scanning the immediate directions north south east and west.He could not find or rather did not see her in her hiding place.
He would have pouted had he not the sound mind not to show any major emotion unless he was absolutely assured he was alone.Why was her scent so strong if some other wild creature had dragged her off? No blood and that was a pity in itself.Splashed visage turned about and started to head back in the direction whence he came.Same bouncing trot.Same smirk pasted on his mug.If anything the thoughts now rolling through his head would keep him busy for a few moments. |
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Post by lynx'' on Mar 24, 2008 13:13:15 GMT -5
S O P H I E
He came, like Sophie expected he would, just one more desperate stallion. Harks perked forwards as she saw him looking for her, but was unsuccessful in finding her hiding in the shelter of the trees. When he turned, she leapt out of the trees and squealed loudly Don't give up so easily, it will get you nowhere in life. she snapped, clacking her teeth in the air, the small sound echoed as there was no other movement around the pair. Her tone was silky, almost like velvet, however, it was stern, strong and bold. She pounded her right fore hoof into the ground and swung her head in annoyance.
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