{ City Streets

[lynx'']

d i s t u r b i a ; ;

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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[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
I'll Face The Challenge

<sup>It was night, and the moon was asleep leaving her starstruck children to blaze the night to life. My breath puffed out in huge white clouds, it was cold even though there were only a few more days to winter left. I shifted once again, my mind would not shut off, I kept on having flash backs of my past. I was tiered physically and mentally and it showed by the way my head hung. Something screeched and I lifted my eyes to the night, bats glided threw the air, catching stunned insects with there echolocation. My ear twitched and my legs started to move. I knew I would get no rest this night, so I had to do something with my time.

My legs had worked for themselves so I was shocked when something moist and cool hit the left side of my dark grey pelt. I stood on a dark as sin beach with the waves rolling gaily up and down the surf. Another wave splashed and my skin flinched from the biting cold. I carried on, still close to the oceans living liquid, but I now payed attention to what I walked upon. The sand shifted and I sunk with every hoof that fell, my muscles bulged from the exertion. A salty breeze picked up and pulled playfully at my long crimped mane, some of my forelock fell into my dark fathomless eyes. Still walking I shook my head, the grey peaces flying madly around my hung neck.

My right front hoof hit a rock and I stumbled, pain rocking up the bone of my bulk till it rung out in every nerve. It was gone in a second but it still made me flinch. And that was when my eyes saw something moving in the peripheral. I shot my head in that direction, a quick lash of muscle. My heart immediately slowed as the creature standing on top of a pile of rock registered in my mind. It was another horse, a mare to be precise, her coloring was strange, a piebald of sorts. I narrowed my eyes, letting my pupils dilated to get a bigger picture of this new encounter.

I let out a deep rumbling call that vibrated threw the air like a living thing. It would worn her of my entrance, so she would not get a jot of surprise when I walked up into her personal space. My head was now raised proudly, adrenaline from this new challenge surged threw my veins, chasing away the restless nights. As I got closer to the mare I saw that she was not exactly in this realm, perhaps in some far away thought? I let out another call, this one you could almost grasp, for it fell thickly in the ears. I snorted, my head making a side ways motion to go along with it.</sup>

[lynx'']

d i s t u r b i a ; ;

You would be wise to avoid such accusaions.

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I felt myself growing more sleepy as the soothing sounds of waves lapping at the shore reached my hung harks. Jolting myself awake as i stumbled, in my own thoughts. I skull my skull and grunted, taking a few steps further into this little sheltered area. My mind wandered back to my sister, Africa, where was she now? who was she living with? In my dreams, i lifted my head, tassles falling over my sad eyes, muzzle extended further into the air and i called out for her. my tones harmonical, haunting almost, joined with the waves and slight winter breeze. Letting my skull fall again, a sharp snort was released from my maw, another called, at first, i thought it may be Africa, but surely not, her voice was so much friendlier and lighter in a sort.

I turned my skull around, and saw a ghostly figure aprroching, harks immediatly snapped back and hid in my mane, my half blue, half brown striped eyes narrowed slightly, jaw tightened and my strong muscles flinched under my patterned pelt. Raising my skull and suddenly awaking fully, i spun my body around and took a step back, baring ivories at the one who dared invade my privacy. The wind became a little stronger now, blowing my forlock out of my eyes, revealing horrific scars, one, forming a eyebrow figure, running from above my right eye, down and over my cheek bone, another scar, acoss my muzzle, slightly smaller. And as i shifted my weight, half rearing in a warning to this creature, more scars revealed themselves, that one i had caught from the fight with Storm, it ran down my left foreleg, starting at my chest, and another, on my hind, although, this wound had not yet healed, and crimson could still be scented; three large gashes, from a mountain lion, i had encounted on my journey to midnight acres.
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[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
Continuance

<sup>I knew I would be facing a real challenge the moment I saw the mares ears snap back and lay flat against her head. I had warned her of my presence, and had taken actions to make my big frame seem as nonthreatening as possible but she still did not like me so close to her. What had made her so entrusting? The question fluttered threw my thoughts the same time the wind picked up and blew the duo-colored mares mane away from her face. I had to swallow a chunk of bile back down my throat from what I saw. The mares face had patches of hairless lines that spoke of hard times. Her eyes –which were a strange mix of blue and brown- also hid a terror filled past.

Images of my own past tried to push threw the strong barrier of my black box but I gritted my teeth and sealed it once again. She’s been hurt badly. The Irish drawl did not surprise me. Puritinus always awoke when he felt something was in distress. I can tell. My ear twitched, it was slightly strange to hear my own Spanish accent in my head. The mare reared slightly bringing my attention back to her, and opening my eyes to more hairless scars. One of them was still fresh and it mingled in the air; sweet copper with fresh salt. A big gust of air left my chest, it formed into a big foggy mass in front of me -blurring my vision- but it was soon swept away by the breeze and the piebald mare came back in clear reality.

I didn't know what the cause of the scars had been but many of mine had been from my own father. My scars were old though, and many had faded away or were covered by my long winter coat. The mare could not see them, she probably thought that I had had a good life and resented me for that. I could tell from the look on her face that she wanted nothing more then to be left a lone. To wallow in her own thoughts. I pushed forward though by taking a step closer and raising both my ears in question. "What are you doing out here a lone?" My voice was deep and thick, my tongue rolled with the R's hinting to my heritage. Nice opening there casinova. Carnage bit out, his ruff voice echoing threw my mind. And what would you have said? Hmm. Puritinus defended me. They continued to bicker like old woman so I shut out my inner ear and looked down at the mare.</sup>

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[lynx'']

d i s t u r b i a ; ;

Be careful what you wish for.

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This stallion seemed confident. This angered me more, he was curious, confident, what made him think he was welcome in my presence? What made him think he could approch me and not be attacked? My muscles remained tense and 'at the ready' as he seemed lost in his own world, a little like me prehaps? Harks twistched slightly when he seemed in a daze, eyes widened just ever so slightly. I took the slightest step forward, now i felt in control, for he wasn't, as such, 'all there' at this moment in time. I let a soft sigh escape my nares. The sound of the gentle lapping waves coming to my harks once again, the soft swaying sound of the liquid that surrounded me; and the faint whisper of bats in the nearby cave.

All of these relaxed sensations where ruined once more i i sensed movement come to my hooves from the vibrations in the sand. My striped eyes ripped themselves open to find the stallion advancing. A high pitched squeal emitted from my muzzle, and again, i reared, this time, at full height, towering over the ghostly figure, that was still a good ten metres away from me; my right hoof raised higher than the left, striking the air three times in powerful short movements. Returning to earth with all fours, sand caressing up my body, my patterned legs, and underbelly, a few grains hitting hard on my open wound. I flinched, and shied away, tassles once again falling over my eyes. hiding the anger they held.

He spoke, tones seemed, still, confident, this i didn't like, however, he asked a simple question. Therefore, i wouldn't answer. Instead, my duo coloured whipcord slashed through the air and i raised my neck, my skull arching so it bumped my chest, then, i pounced forward a few metres, baring ivories and clacking them together, decreasing the space between us. Keep staring at my scars and i'l show you how i got them boy. I hissed, through gritted teeth. My first words to him and it was a warning, i had no idea what he would do about it. But seeing the anger flash in my striped orbs would prehaps give him and extra warning.
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[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
For They Might Just Come True.

<sup>My attention averted as a swarm of bats flew threw the sky, there faint screeches mixing with the lolling waves. I watched as one did a dive bomb and then sky rocketed back up into the air to be at home again with his brethren. How simple there lives must be, sleeping during the day and hunting during the night. There lives were planned out, there were not that many predators that could reach there heights at night. They also did not have the dominance challenges like us equine did. I blinked and when I opened my eyes again, the night flyer's were gone, blending in with the moonless night.

A deep nay was torn from my lips in response to the high squeal the black and white produced. The mare aether wanted my full attention -which she now had- or she didn't like me so close. I would bet on the later of my two conclusions. She reared up, this time I got a better view of her physique. She was on the skinny side, but she was lithe, and muscle clung to her bones. This was a strong victim. She had been threw something that I could only guess at and yet here she was ragging in the air. When she hits the ground, sand and crushed shells flared up. And a few peaces were captured in my nostrils, I snorted in reaction. It came out more threatening though, it was like a response to her anger, a perfect cover up.

"You know if I was in control I wouldn't be needing cover ups. You are screwing this all up." Carnage growled, his dark form taking presence in my minds eye. I had little patients for my dark side this right now though and I snapped. "Carnage, shut the fuck up and go back to that hell whole of a cavern. If you were in control right now you would have already added a remembrance to her scattered scars." I imagined a thick steel wall covered in sound proof and blocked both my other persona's out of this encounter. I couldn't remember ever being with out the two of them, they had helped me get threw the tuffer times in my life.

Carnage was the one who got off on pain, so when my family decided to take there anger out on me he would take control. While Puritinus was the one who could calm the wildest of beasts, he often took over when I needed to sooth something over. But both of them, when left to there own devices could and have at one point in time ruin my life. The scars that were scattered over my body had been doubled or tripled the original of what I could have gotten thanks to Carnage dogging the beater on. I had always been left to heal the wounds after. And as for Puritinus, the Casanova in him had once wooed a female so greatly that she had sworn undying love for me. But I could not give her what she needed because I had not loved her in return. She had committed suicide in a weeks time.

Keep staring at my scars and I'll show you how i got them boy. Her words slashed into my ears, the twin pillars flattened themselves against my skull. I would take some forms of hostility but outright threats did not settle with me. I barred my own bone white teeth, they glinted dully in the hollow light. "They fascinated me." Lyrics were strained out. how to talk to this mare without being bitten back at. "My own hold history. And if you will not tell me about yourself then there is much to discover in what lays upon your body." My eye's scanned over her once again. You could be a fortune teller Deep growl flew threw and then was gone, no time for me to comment. Bastard. My nostrils flared, and eyes glowed, waiting for the challenge that I would not necessarily like.</sup>

[lynx'']

d i s t u r b i a ; ;

You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

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The flock of bats overhead did not stir me in the slightest, i was used to them, doing most of my walking through the night, i had met with bats quite frequently, and wolves, also. I watched his reaction to them with blank eyes, showing no emotion; but then again, did i have emotions? I was a wreck, insane almost, being alone for so long, and seeing things, witnessing things at such a young age was disturbing.

He spoke, a reply to my threat. They fascinated me at his lyrics, my harks snapped back, ivories bared, i didn't want him here, i wanted to be alone, alone in the nightmare that haunted me day and night. but somehow, i sensed he wasn't moving without some conversation. I stepped forward, body still tense and ready to attack him at any moment, my anger bubbled inside of me, ready for an outburst at any given time. And waht is so fascinating about them fool? I snarled, flicking my banner tightly, baring ivories again as i decreased the space between us to about five metres. You have no need to know my past brute. it doesn't concern you, therefore, i needn't let you know the nightmares. I added, as he finished speaking. nightmares. ha, i cackled, the nightmare that i was living, this evil was a part of me andit would never rid my soul, i would be haunted until i curled up in my grave.
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[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
Screaming Oblivian. How Sweet.

<sup>My body tensed as the two colored mare walked towards me, her own body already tensed, her muscles clenched together. I grinded my teeth, I could practically feel the anger boiling off of her in radiant waves. And what is so fascinating about them fool? One of my lips quirked into a half smile, hadn't I already explained my reasoning to her? The smile did not change but my eyes wormed and my nostrils flared as the mare stalked...yeas closer towards me. Was this a sign of her not minding me so much as at first. Or was she just brought to me by her ragging anger? I hopped for the first; this mare was so much like I had been when I first came to these lands from my home band. So distrusting, barely showing emotions. I had gotten threw my disclosure though, with the help of others. This was my chance to give back to the world. Could I save this mare from her drowning past? A deep breath in that expanded my chest and brought the mares tingling scent strait to my brain cells. I'll take two shots of Heroin please.

My head quirked to the side again at her next words. Questions swamped me all wanting to get out but one growled from my lips. "Fine the past is most likely better off left in the darkness but what about your future?" Our future? "Every one has Nightmares though, some are worse then others. You can not keep hiding behind them either, or slowly they will eat you from the inside out." I know mine had, my scream-mares -I called them such because I always awoke from them screaming- had been slowly corroding me, pushing me into black oblivious insanity. My eye started to twitch, I didn't exactly feel tiered physically but it was taking a toll on my bodily functions. "Chit are you going to give me something to call you by?" I had a strong compelling force to know this ones name, maybe because putting a calling to this one would get us that much closer...to me saving her. My eyes flicked past her a little guilty string tugging at me. What if she didn't want saving, what if she wanted to be in her own little world where madness ruled with an iron hand? A sigh escaped me, my breath mingling with hers and I adjusted my black gaze to hers once again.</sup>

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[lynx'']

d i s t u r b i a ; ;

you would be wise to avoid such accusations.

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I felt his body grow tense as i neared, however, i also felt that rush of warmth evaporating from his frame, but my harks snapped back, i wante to feel the comftable heat more, but in a way, i was disobaying my masters, they wanted me alone, alone forever, told me i needed no one, that i would be fine by myself. Once again, i was too close for comfort to this brute, and i shied away, cursing under my breath, in an apologetic tone, speaking to the invisable masters that surrounded me. As he spoke, my harks remained buried, but i heard his words loud and clear, and cackled slyly. My past is in darkness, correct stallion. But the darkness haunts my present and future. I replied in a cold, hissed tone. flicking my tail and glaring at him from under my stained tassles.

But at his next words, anger rose inside of me, my brown and piercing blue eyes narrowed to thin slits as i bared ivories, tossing my skull and clacking my teeth together. I will never share my secrets with you fool! I screamed at him. I would be punished serverely for doing so, i would remain loyal to my master, as promised. and then, more talk, he asked for my name and i smirked with a sly tone. disturbia. Speak it with caution and only in a proud tone. You are one of very few that know my cursing. Eyes lit up as i imagined voices in my brain, my master, praising me. Prasing my actions and comments at this other.

{ooc; to make things clearer, Trill; she is a 'death-eater' in equine form. =D
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[Trill Stalker]

Zarian
Thrilling Chace

<sup>The wind picked up again, sending my long fringed mane into a fray of flapping tendrils. I lowered my head and barred my teeth, hooves clacking against rocks in agitation. I was threw with this mares games, no more would I play it nice. This mare was playing with me though, moving closer to me, tantilizing my scences and then backing off again, a tease. "You speek in riddles little girl." My ears pressed flat against my skull, hidden within my still wind blew storm grey mane. The mare didn't like my first on comming I could see it from the way she was still warrie of me, maybe a more forcefull stance would be one of more welcoming. Yessss.Carnage slithered threw my mind, taking a small thrill in my present actions. It was not often that I behaved like him.

She spoke again, her name laced with the words. "We can make it fewer as to who even knows what you look like never mind your name if I take you with me." It was an alowed ponder, to take her or not to take her? If Disturbia did not leave in the next few minutes then I would take her back to my lands. I could feel Carnages heart beat and it accelerated my own, both of us liked the idea of having this mare under our controll. "Run." I whispered, my voice accented deep with my vocals and a hint of Carnage's. I knew my eyes also hinted that the both of us were converged, for instead of my pupils being black they were filled with a copper red color that was all Carnages. My mind was made up if she out ran me then I would leave her a lone but if she did not listen to me or I cought her then I would drag her back to Silent Woods, the place where I ruled.</sup>

[lynx'']

{ d i s t u r b i a

You would be wise to avoid such accusations.

As the wind picked up and played with my mane, my scars came out of hiding. This brute, was the first to stay in my 'company' and not run; eyes wide with terror. As he spoke, i mimicked his actions by tipping my harks back, but just enough so i could hear his words. and at the sound of them, ivories flashing in the night, the white of them acting like a light in this darkness. You speak in riddles little girl I half reared, clakcing my teeth together in the cold air. And what is the problem; brute? I snalred at him, eyes wide with excitement.

his mood seemed to change, did he have someone else in his mind like me? I was curious, but at his words, again, my front hooves left the ground, but only by twelve inches or so. Pounding my hard hooves back into the sandy ground underfoot a hiss escaped my kissers. Correction; fool. If i choose to come with you. My neck extended in a snake like way, ivories at the ready, if this brute wanted to fight, i owuld gladly accept, only if he won, would i go back to 'his home' and take a look around. If it wasn't to my liking, i would soon dissapear again. I was on a quest, and wouldn't stop until i acheived it.

run the words hit me like ice, but i just glared at him, harks stil ltipped back a little, eyes focused on him Run from what? I mocked, in a catty, angelic tone. did he tink he scared me? no-one scared me, it was only the dark lord who had my turst, my loyalty.
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