Post by Trill Stalker on Apr 22, 2009 14:33:47 GMT -5
Ambrose
A dark head flew malevolently in the air, the thick neck and muscled body almost melded with the dark tendrils of the night. Making that cackling face appear to be floating above the ground, just a flash of pale white against the background of darkness. Quiet boy! The voice whispered threw the stallions head. The screeched ended on a violent note, disrupted into silence. The once smiling face faded into the darkness as the mouth closed, hiding away the sharpened fangs. He didn't understand it, he was himself, he knew he was. He could control his physical functions, the mental ones were something beyond him though. As soon as that little voice slithered into head on a silent breeze he knew that the moment would no longer be his. The head hung low and the body of the blackened stallion shook with restrained motion it spoke you listened. There was no denying it. You were the bitch while it was the master.
The dark nasals of the beast sucked in great gasps of stale air, his breathing hard from the mental battle that ensued within the veselWhy do you still fight it? You are nothing more then a movable grave for my wills. You should understand that by now. The dark stallion knew that he was being foolish by denying the-nothingness.' The 'nothingness' was a stronger 'being' then he himself was. From the very moment that the stallion had been born he had been controlled unwillingly by this 'nothingness' it had gone so far as to have the stallions life be ripped asunder from him. His own father had banished him from his home land, his mother. Enough of this memory lane shit. What you need to drill into that excuse of grey matter of yours is that I am the only one that gives a shit about you. No one ells loves you! The funny thing was that the 'nothingness' was right. The stallion was insignificant in the world, no one knew that he was there. No one cared that he was not himself, that he was being controlled by a pest, getting the life sucked out of him, soul first.
The shaking had stopped. The battle had been won by the harsh truths of the 'nothingness' it always won. And the chilling cackle of the laugh that burst threw his ears made the stallion loath that darkness in his head. Just short of killing himself the stag could do nothing to rid himself of the parasite. The stallions dark eyes flashed open and closed for a few second, and where there was once a grayish hewed color of the eyes was now a total black. "Come out, come out, come out!" The voice slithered threw the night on the currents of air that ran boldly over the land.
Word Count; 468 That was weard writing but fun none the less. Moved it here just so I can play with him.
-three attacks
-one block
-If your character wins they can choose to eather kill him or keep him for a warrior.
