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[lynx'']

DISTURBIA

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

There was a difference between me and other darks. Most of them grew up in dark herds, learning to fight and learning to hate with out reason. They didn't know anythign else. They had never known anything but blood. Thats where they were different. I wasn't dark. No, infact my blood was very pure. My parents had been loving and caring and they passed it onto me. But to witness something so terrible, like I had at such a young age. It can twist beings. Alter minds. I knew what love was and I knew what it was like to see it torn apart in seconds. Ripped away at the seams. And it hurt. It hurt so much. The thing was, I had never cried. I had never let that out. The murder of that colt was only the beginning.

The beginning to an evil future. It was on fathers orders, i couldn't do something like i had on my own behalf, could i? The wind blew wild from the west that night, calling to me, howling, cursing. I set off to find him, it had to be quick. It didn't take me long, the four year old stallion lay restlessly near the old oak, on the outskirts of our land, i knew what he was feeling. He was scared, you could almost taste his fear. He was scared for africa, my older sister. Inferno had killed her father, out of spite, and he beat her badly, quite regulary.

He awoke with a start, i supose he was suprised to see me, i was normally out hunting for the herd or with my father, neither, through choice. His words made my jaw clench tighter, my throat was dry but my eyes narrowed, i had to do this.

Disturbia! Will you help me? Rosella has already fled, all we have to do is find Africa then we can go. We can get out, get away from here, from him.

As he finished, my mood instantly changed, sure. My father was a killer, a brutal killer, but nobody badmouthed him in my presence. Although boiling on the inside, the mood i releassed was calm and collected. I can't let you do that Storm. You see, father and I have had a chat. And under his orders, tonight; i will kill you

Was i really saying that? It sounded like me, but it wasn't, this was father putting the words into my mouth. Everything afterwards seemed a blur. Only the dead thump of his limp body hitting the sodden mud underfoot was reconisable. I had warned Africa, afterwards, that she was next in line, i told her to flee and fnd Rosella. I couldn't think of anything else to tell her.

The calming sound of waves gently lapping at the shore brought me back to reality. My head was low, ears flicking slowly to the left, then the right. Listening for any unfamiliar sounds. I pushed into a walk, confused and unsure of where i was heading. I only knew one thing. I had to find Africa.

The dark was upon me now, only a few stars were visable through the heavy clouds and fog. My head was low, harks now dropped back, i dragged my limp body further from the see, near some rocks, and there, i waited, for light.
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[rayvencullen.]

STARWISHE
WELCOME TO HELL.

This was rediculous. These places had all betrayed my eyes, all of them were so perfectly scrumptious the way they had been made. . although they made me want to hurl somewhere, I felt safe in them and allowed them into my brain, but this place was different. The black waters of the ocean lapped at my fetlocks slowly as if consuming me like the monster that it was, but it never did do such thing to harm me. I'd never fully understand these things, for I had not had my parents with me at birth. Some stories floated around I was raised by wolves, others say I was killed and came back to haunt those who disturbed my sleep. No, I was fully alive and well, blood coursing through my veins. But it wasn't my blood. . it was my victims blood.

Just because you are a neutral or light doesn't mean you take the side of good, does it? Deep inside you're still a killer, wanting to taste the blood of others run down your throat was a simple pleasure in life, but I was raised different. Some were taught to fight whenever possible, I was taught not to start something I knew I couldn't win, so I never did. But now my mocha opticals turned upward to watch the moon's face intentely, as if it would smile back to me. Damn you, Sweeney. . .

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[lynx'']

DISTURBIA

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

I was knocked from my memories as the earth shifted slightly under my hooves; i glanced up from the grey snaded floor, and spotted another, close by. In automatic mode, my audits snapped back half in fear, half in anger. I always got angry when i was disturbed. I liked to be alone, as i had yet to meet one who i enojyed being with. I gave a loud snort and half-reared, sand particles were sent spiralling around my duo coloured frame. Again, i snorted, and brought my hooves down into the ground, hard. "Name yourself!" My high pitched scream hollared across the bay; reaching his audits with ease. There i stood, glaring at this intruder with angry eyes; one of pure ice blue, and the other, a mocha brown colour; with one thin blue strip striking through it.

I began walking forwards, not relaxig my threatening frame. I wouldn't relax in the company of another, i couldn't. As i neared him; one audit pricked forward, but soon snapped back to its grave onbce again. I flashed my fangs at this one, demanding an answer from him.
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[rayvencullen.]

STARWISHE
GO AWAY, WENCH

My thoughts had been interupted by this wench who dare intrude them, angrily my head snapped around to glare at her under thick, black eyelashes; dark amber opticals burned with fury and pain, daring her to come any closer. Who's asking? I hissed furiously, snapping my fangs out as she did so, but mine was with more force and power. A masculine whicker escaped my throat, low and demanding. I would not answer her question until she had answered mine. Maybe I was being too harsh, but these actions from her had matched my own, so I treated her the way she had treated me. Snort came from rusty nares as I waited for her answer to come to me with open arms, although I doubted that would happen.

So for the moment, I sketched out her frame. She was painted like that vanner I had met not too long ago, Isis was her name wasn't it? And her eyes. . one was blue the other was mocha, odd for an equine. . was she pure-blooded? Purebloods were so hard to find in the wild these days, but none the less she posed no threat to me or my well-being, so I would leave her be for the time being.

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[lynx'']

DISTURBIA

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You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

It didn't take him too long to react; and i was shocked when he snapped his skull around to face me and glare at me with angry, amber tinted eyes. I half reared and slammed my hooves down into the grey looking sand, a distressed squeal howling from my maw. His words angered me more and i tossed my cranium and gave him a filthy look, extending my neck in a snake-like manner and lunging forward a metre or so; snapping my fangs at him once more. "One with an extremely short temper." I hissed back at him. Cracking my whipcord across my own hind in a harsh, yet quick movement. His eyes told me to stay away, and me, being my curious self, ignored his wishes and stepped two steps closer; locking my multicoloured optics with his in a barrier kind of way; yet i sensed his eyes lurking over me, and again, a distressed shreik was emitted. "Do not stare at me!" My audits snapped back into my mane and my optics narrowed, yet i kept my contact with his eyes.

ooc; hah! i love him!
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[rayvencullen.]

STARWISHE
YOU'RE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF.

; ; Her stare could only nag me on further into my rage, radars snapping back into silvered tressels as I eyed her hungrily. Not the type that she was sexy or anything, but eying her as if she was food, something so sweet you could eat whole. And thats how I felt right now, I felt like sinking my teeth into her flesh and draining the life from her, ANYTHING I could do to just get her to go away and find someone else to pester, because I clearly was not the stallion to mess with at this perculiar moment. I wanted to kill everything in sight, that was a fact, but I couldn't get my way, could I?

; ; And her feminine squeals did nothing to satisfy the beast inside, and her first one made me lash out in a pathetic attempt to get her to shut up. But I could tell my efforts were useless, in was futile to try and shut her up, Okay, Ms. One With An Extremely Short Temper, I began, rather cockily as I eyed her once more before I continued my words, .. do you ever shut the fuck up? I snarled furiously, haunches caterpulting my form forward to allow my fangs to slip into her breastplate, pulling back before she could even think about attacking.

; ; And her next squeal? Oh god, it was so loud I thought I could hear my eardrums bust. With a scream of my own, I lighted to the sky, forelimbs slashing at the winter fog that surrounded my form before I returned to the ground again, splays of sand erupting from underneath my hooves. Shut your mouth, wench, or you will not have one! I snarled once more, woah I was really on a rage. A rage compared to the compassionate temper I had with Isis a few days earlier, but this mare was starting to piss me off. Greatly..

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[lynx'']

ooc;; Okay okay mr temper xD lets just say she followed him hmm? Seen as you have the thread in Silent woods anyways...we can start fresh there [read my PM we needa solution for the stallions owning terra's etc etc][/color]

[Trill Stalker]

Dec 27, 2008 9:42:17 GMT -5 lynx'' said:

ooc;; Okay okay mr temper xD lets just say she followed him hmm? Seen as you have the thread in Silent woods anyways...we can start fresh there [read my PM we needa solution for the stallions owning terra's etc etc]

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eh woops read this belatedly.

If Starwishe and Disturbia plan on taking Zarians land then they are sorely mistaken. I swear that I will fight for it with all my power. There are like ten other horses that live in the land and you trying to take the land from them is just cruel. I will have none of it.

and yes I am mad.

[rayvencullen.]

Actually, I thought when stallions fought for lands, if the challenger won the old lead would leave, but the mares would stay in the lands or leave if they wished. I dunno, that's how it normally is in real life herds.

[Trill Stalker]

Well I am thinking more on the lines of my mares being loyal...I highly doubt they would stay, for if they did then I swear I would bring back Zarian as a ghost just so I can haunt them.

This may seem demonic but Zarian loves his mares (and foals) and he expects the same

[rayvencullen.]

xDD Come to haunt us. Sounds, evil.