Post by Trill Stalker on Nov 10, 2008 20:27:46 GMT -5
Vegas
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
I mean, what do you do in Las Vegas? You gamble - and you go to strip clubs.
It's hard to imagine a bigger desert oasis than Las Vegas.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
In Vegas, I got into a long argument with the man at the roulette wheel over what I considered to be an odd number.
For me, Vegas is a vacation from being over inhibited, in the highly over inhabited yet uninhabitable city of complete uninhibition.
S T A T S
Name: Vegas
Age: 5
Breed: Pantabian
Color: Black and white Piebald
Height: 15.5 hh
Eyes: One black One White
Alliance: Dark
Home: None
Rank: None
Offspring: None
I N T O M Y P A S T
Year 01-02
The first years of my life was like horror. not only was my own mother brutally assassinated in a shed of blood. But I had seen my own twin brother be killed trying to save her. I had stood in the bushes not all that far away shocked into stillness. I had not even flinched a muscle in an attempt to help them. I don't remember much, just the sick sound of teeth sinking into flesh and bones crunching.
I stood there the entire night, stock still, incoherent. And only threw some stroke of luck the wolves did not find me. In the morning my father stepped into the clearing and awoke my stock stillness with a bellow of such sadness and grief that I would have sworn the heavens shook. I stepped out of my hiding place and ran to my father, needing his protective aura after what I had been a witness to.
"What happened?" He sounded as shell shocked as I felt. Before I could answer though my father shoved me aside and stumbled to where my mother and brother played in a bloody massacre. I watched my father as he broke, like a flame being blown out by a big gust of wind. My father turned on me, his eyes were dead. "Why didn't you save them?"
My jaw dropped and my heart skidded to a halt, how was I to explain to my father about last night when my brain kept it locked up into a tight corner in my mind so the horrors would not escape. "You should have died instead of them." The truth of what my father was saying rang threw my ears. He would have given anything to have his love and son back, even if it meant sacrificing me. I turned and ran, my hooves flying over the ground as fast as my heart beat.
He was bigger though, and mindlessness added to his insanity. I felt searing pain a moment before my face met solid ground and I blacked out.
Year 03-04
I don't know what had stopped my father from killing me off that night, because it was obvious he would have loved nothing more then to take my life away. But I woke up a day later in the middle of the night. The forest was silent except for a few echoing screeches of black life, my heart was cold. It felt like it had been berried in the bowls of hell to burn in an ever ice flame.
The only person that I could trust was myself because my own father had turned on me, the scars of his almost kill still showing how much I had lost. I traveled the land killing the wolves I could, but no matter how much blood I shed my heart did not heal.
F A M I L Y
Mother, Killed by a pack of wolves.
Twin Brother, Killed trying to save there mother.
Father, Died from his own grief even though I was still alive.
F R I E N D S
Friends, those are the things that get tuck to the bottom of my hooves sometimes right?
H I T L I S T
... You'll be added as I meet you
F I N D M E P R E S E N T L Y
Lets play treasure hunt, where X will lead you into the bowls of hell so you can join me in my misery.
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
I mean, what do you do in Las Vegas? You gamble - and you go to strip clubs.
It's hard to imagine a bigger desert oasis than Las Vegas.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
In Vegas, I got into a long argument with the man at the roulette wheel over what I considered to be an odd number.
For me, Vegas is a vacation from being over inhibited, in the highly over inhabited yet uninhabitable city of complete uninhibition.
S T A T S
Name: Vegas
Age: 5
Breed: Pantabian
Color: Black and white Piebald
Height: 15.5 hh
Eyes: One black One White
Alliance: Dark
Home: None
Rank: None
Offspring: None
I N T O M Y P A S T
Year 01-02
The first years of my life was like horror. not only was my own mother brutally assassinated in a shed of blood. But I had seen my own twin brother be killed trying to save her. I had stood in the bushes not all that far away shocked into stillness. I had not even flinched a muscle in an attempt to help them. I don't remember much, just the sick sound of teeth sinking into flesh and bones crunching.
I stood there the entire night, stock still, incoherent. And only threw some stroke of luck the wolves did not find me. In the morning my father stepped into the clearing and awoke my stock stillness with a bellow of such sadness and grief that I would have sworn the heavens shook. I stepped out of my hiding place and ran to my father, needing his protective aura after what I had been a witness to.
"What happened?" He sounded as shell shocked as I felt. Before I could answer though my father shoved me aside and stumbled to where my mother and brother played in a bloody massacre. I watched my father as he broke, like a flame being blown out by a big gust of wind. My father turned on me, his eyes were dead. "Why didn't you save them?"
My jaw dropped and my heart skidded to a halt, how was I to explain to my father about last night when my brain kept it locked up into a tight corner in my mind so the horrors would not escape. "You should have died instead of them." The truth of what my father was saying rang threw my ears. He would have given anything to have his love and son back, even if it meant sacrificing me. I turned and ran, my hooves flying over the ground as fast as my heart beat.
He was bigger though, and mindlessness added to his insanity. I felt searing pain a moment before my face met solid ground and I blacked out.
Year 03-04
I don't know what had stopped my father from killing me off that night, because it was obvious he would have loved nothing more then to take my life away. But I woke up a day later in the middle of the night. The forest was silent except for a few echoing screeches of black life, my heart was cold. It felt like it had been berried in the bowls of hell to burn in an ever ice flame.
The only person that I could trust was myself because my own father had turned on me, the scars of his almost kill still showing how much I had lost. I traveled the land killing the wolves I could, but no matter how much blood I shed my heart did not heal.
F A M I L Y
Mother, Killed by a pack of wolves.
Twin Brother, Killed trying to save there mother.
Father, Died from his own grief even though I was still alive.
F R I E N D S
Friends, those are the things that get tuck to the bottom of my hooves sometimes right?
H I T L I S T
... You'll be added as I meet you
F I N D M E P R E S E N T L Y
Lets play treasure hunt, where X will lead you into the bowls of hell so you can join me in my misery.