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such a common place. a meadow. every land i have ever stepped foot within has had one. it was always a place for the equines who had nothing to come and stay at. that was probably what drew me here in the first place. i stopped on the outskirts of the land, the moonlight barely getting a glimpse of my ivory bodice that clung to the edge of the shadows. i narrowed my ebony gaze, causing my vision to become slightly blurred. i wasn't about to present myself to a place where the lowly equines came and rolled in self-pity and misery for being alone. it was not who i was. i liked being alone. it was easy and it was drama-free. i had no other equine buzzing in my ear, commanding me to do things that i didn't want to do. i did as i pleased and there was no one to tell me i couldn't. i was wild. i was untamable. pity on the poor soul that attempted to do such a thing as to control me. every chain that has been thrown upon me in attempt to do anything of the sort has been broken. it hasn't happened and it never would. a stubborn snort ripped from my nostrils as i turned, my body disappearing in the forest bordering the meadow.

i began to move through the trees, still hugging the borderline of the meadows. i moved like a lioness, head low, shoulders rolling with each, silent step i took. my ebony gaze was locked on the meadow as if it were a great enemy. it was. it was calling my name and pulling me in but i continued to refuse its sweet temptation. i would not present myself so openly to the world. my skin itched to feel the cool rays of the moonlight, but still i refused. i bared my teeth, enamel snapping together angrily. i turned stopped, the trees opening before me like the gates of hell, demons inside hissing my name, their seducing voices still calling, still begging. they promised lovely things. lovely pleasures. the temptation was growing but i would not give in. the devil could no sway me for i was the devil. i'd already ripped the horns out of the skull of the devil and placed them upon my head like a crown. i would not fall below this silly temptation and go against my comforting shadows. i would not.

everything suddenly breathed to a stop. the world around me seemed to stop moving. i stared between the gate of the trees, obsidiean pools widening. i was being called. still, i was being called. i was wanted to go into the meadow. to make myself vulnerable to other predators. no, i wasn't afraid. i didn't want to put myself in a possible situation of being approached. i wasn't social. i wasn't pleasant. i was a soldier. a warrior. a killer. i didn't speak. i did. it wasn't of me to have a wonderful conversation with another equine and be good friends. i was meant to be an asassin that worked off of her own orders. i wasn't to be told what to do. i was never commanded. i refused such commands. nothing could do such a tihng, but whomever was calling me forth now was much more controling that any other equine had ever been. a sharp dagger stepped forth, my ivory leg drowned instantly in silver moonlight. the rest of my caracass was pulled inside the meadow's clutches and it held me prisoner. i was unable to move and finally, reality snapped back and the world was yet again alive and breathing around me. my brain awoke and the gears began to turn. i had been fooled by my own thinking. i was corrupted from the inside out. insanity was an understatement for the condition i really had. i was schizophrenic beyond belief and it was so overpowering that it put me in situations like this. it was a wonder how i survived.

so there i stood, losing the war with myself, in the middle of the meadow. i was angry and i felt exposed. i didn't want to move. i felt the air around me closing in, trapping me in place like iron bars. i didn't know what to do with myself now that i was lost. my shadows were crying at the disappearance of my frame, wanting me to return to the safety of their arms. my nares flared, my elegantly dished skull tucking to my chest. well, i was here now. so what did i do?

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[ valyntine ][ mare ][ five ][ throughbredxegyptianarabian ][ ivory ][ sixteenhands ][ dark ][ homeless ][ mateless ][ childless ]

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Shiva trotted through the shadows, his body winding between the trees. He'd lived in this realm for a long time. He was born here, ten years ago. He'd been the product of a mating between Crucio, left hand of Oriel, and Angel, the evil bitch. His large black body mixed so well with the shadows, that none could tell the difference. He'd long since learned how to blend himself with the shadows. He'd learned how to make no noise as he hunted.

Hearing something moving a few hundred yards out, Shiva stopped his moving. Blending so well into the shadows, he was able to not be seen while he scoped out the land. His black eyes picked up the shape of an ebony mistress, her own form moving silently through the forest, not yet entering the meadow. He could see the hesitation in her steps and could practically feel the tension. She oozed it. It was a sweet scent. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes. A maiden. He hadn't seen one in a long time. Not since most equines had abandoned the land. He watched her for a few minutes. She was clearly having an inner struggle, something that he too had a problem with. He'd been tortured by his father while growing up, and forced to watch as his mother was dethrowned from her leadess position. He'd been chosen by the old Queen Laioni to be her mate, and he'd ruled the land. Then the Darks began to lose the war, and everyone had left.

Upon returning, he'd found that Laioni's daughter Lailani was ruling. And he'd felt something in the wind as he trotted into Dawn once again. Layla was here. If not in body, but in spirit. He could practically hear her whispering voice on the wind. He'd grown up around her, and he was used to it. But still, the goddess's voice on the wind brought shivers to his spine. Shaking his head, he got rid of the whispering voices in his mind. He'd inherited those from his wonderful father. And they were a pain in the ass. He then noticed that the mare had wandered into the clearing without realizing it. The body language she gave off said, don't fuck with me, don't come near me, and i'm scared and out of my comfort zone. Grinning, his pearly whites glinted in the moonlight.

His own large body slithered from the forest, the moonlight soaking into his pelt. It was then that upon his shoulder showed a white spot. A love mark from Laioni, where she'd used her powers over ice to mark him as her's. And then she'd disappeared. He wasn't even sure if it was his child who was trying to get the Darks back together. His eyes locked onto the mare in the clearing. She was frozen, thinking about what to do. He wasn't some sort of arrogant colt. He wasn't going to come in, cackling, circling her, throwing out taunts. He'd lived through enough of that bullshit. He simply stopped in front of her, the feathers on his legs mixing with the long green grass he stood in. And he certainly wasn't about to speak to her first. Shiva had learned a lot in his ten years. He'd come to control the voices in his head. He'd come to understand himself. He'd become a better warrior, a better fighter. He was a king in his own mind, and in his own right. He'd once ruled over these lands, and then left when the war ended. Now he was back. Things would be different this time.

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even as i stood here, confused beyond belief on what i should do to get myself out of this situation my schizophrenic brain. my ivory encasing moved not once, not even a twitch shook my pelt. i closed my midnight hued optics from the world, shadowing my vision with darkness. the wind then carried a new scent to my nostrils, and it flowed into my nervous system like an angel floats on the wind. my eyes snapped open, and before me stood an ebony colored hellion with a white spot on his shoulder. immediatly, my audits collided with my skull, ivory harks buried beneath the mass of my tresses. my fangs clicked together, lips pulling up to reveal them. everything once again paused as the tension in the air reached a climax before shattering.

i softened a bit. he looked rather harmless. i relaxed my lips, but my ears still remained pinned. i rose my beautifully dished skull, smoky-gray nose going towards the moonlit sky. he would wait for me to speak? why? why did he have to be so complicated. and why was he just watching me? i didn't like it. i took a small step back, not in intimidation, but to put more distance between us. i could feel the heat of his body from that distance and it wasn't comfortable. i realized he wasn't about to speak, so i did. i would appriciate it if you'd stop staring at me. i murmured. due to the fact that i barely ever spoke, my voice rang at a rather gentle pitch, but was at such a beautiful tone it was almost like i was singing it.

it was funny, my life so full of contrast and irony. i had the elegance and sheer beauty of a light equine. i was absolutely gorgeous with a coat as white as an angel's wing and with eyes the color of the deepest, most black jewel. i was a mixture between a thoroughbred and an egyptian arabian; two of the most lean, and beautiful breeds. my frame was lean and long like a thoroughbreds, but i had the petite look of an arabian with the dished skull and shaped ears to match. my mane hung to my shoulder in perfectly straight, silky strands and my tail didn't quite touch the ground, but hung just above it. beauty was easy for me on the outside, but on the outside, it disappeared as soon as that rock struck my skull. my brain was corrupt, my soul gone. everything within my body was black. sucked away by some sort of abyss that my mind created. every emotion was practically non-existant. i felt no pain, no fear, no love, no happiness, and no sadness. i was like a stone on the inside, white diamond on the outside.

my eyes never left the stallions frame, his ebony pelt lit up by the glow of the moonlight. the spot on his shoulder glowed like a beacon, the way my entire body did. i narrowed my gaze a bit while looking at him, making sure he wouldn't advance towards me. he had an odd aura coming about him. i felt as if he were a powerful brute. not only physically, but socially as well. i didn't like it. i didn't want to speak with a brute that was well-known. it was like a king with a maiden. it was bad news and i didn't want to be in any sort of situation that resembled that. i took a step back again, putting even more distance between myself and the stallion. i felt that this stag was bad news. very, very bad news. or maybe it was the other way around. maybe it would be me to get him into quite a bit of trouble.

mentally, i shrugged. why did i give two shits if he got into trouble or not? i didn't know him from eve, whoever that was.

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Shiva watched the white mistress shifted in discomfort. She was clearly not your average mare. But she still acted liked one. She clearly didn't enjoy his company. She went so far as to take one step back. He frowned. He hadn't even said anything. Or done anything. And already someone was trying to retreat from him. But why? Shiva realized that he was an evil bastard. That he came from an extremely powerful bloodline. But even he wanted the company of another sometimes. Even if it was merely for conversation.

She murmured something about appreciating it if he would stop looking at her. He huffed, his breath escaping his lungs in a large whoosh. Rolling his eyes, Shiva took a step towards her. And she again took one back. Taking another step towards her, he watched her bare her teeth and flatten her ears. She was seriously not impressed. "Seriously? Grow up mare. If I was going to hurt you, I would have by now." His voice came out deep and majestic. Really. Majestic was the only way to describe it. It was smooth and silky. His words floated on the breeze towards her, ice cold. He truly wanted to have a conversation with someone. He'd been so alone the past few years.

He blinked a few times. He was so tired of mares who thought they were tougher than nails. And tired of mares who were afraid of him. Yes he was huge, he was half draft. Yes he was evil. But that didn't mean you had to cower in fear when he entered a place (even though that gave him much pleasure) or attack him just to please yourself (because he'd kick your ass). Shiva just wanted to talk to someone real. Someone without those false pretenses. He didn't want someone wearing a mask of vulnerability or anger. Just be true to yourself. He didn't try to trick anyone into thinking he was nice or anything. He didn't try to let people know that he wouldn't attack them, rip their throat out, and then drink their blood. He was gonna be true to himself.

"Listen. I only came here to talk to someone. If I wanted you dead, you would surely know that by now." Huffing, Shiva turned his head towards the woods. It would be so easy to just walk back into those woods and never return. He could become a predator again, preying off those too weak to fend for themselves. Look at how far down he'd come. He was no longer leading the Darks. He was no longer King. He didn't really have any lands of his own. He was thinking of going to collect his inheritance, the lands of his father.

Scanning his eyes back to the mare, he watched her. She sure was strange. His bloodlust was down. For now. If she angered him, it would most likely flare up, and he wouldn't be able to keep such a good control over his voices. And he truly didn't want to hurt her. But her perfect white pelt was tempting. So many things he could do to her.... And nobody would be able to stop him... Shiva mentally shook himself. If he went down that road right now, nothing could make him return. Instead he decided to focus his attention on this angry mare in front of him.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/29mt05j.jpg] he moved towards me as i moved back. that sent my nerves on high, my aggitation nearly bursting through my skull. did this stallion really think i wouldn't turn the tables and rip him to shreds? i wasn't below it. it was when he spoke that i actually laughed at him. he told me to grow up, and that if he wanted to hurt me, he would have by now. seriously? why don't you grow up, stallion. i hissed, maybe you should realize that if you wanted to hurt me and attempted to, i would simply end you. my tone was calm. my breath supporting my words so they weren't shaky. they had no reason to be. i didn't fear him like he thought i did. i feared nothing. life was worthless anyways, so why fear dying? i snorted in amusement. not moving back as he took another step towards me. my jewel-like gaze slammed into his once he returned his eyes from the forest. he was probably longing to return to it, since i wasn't exactly the most social equine. good. he would leave me in peace with my thoughts if he did that. arched my elegant boa, brushing a thigh off of my broad chest. with the simple movement, my tresses scattered down over the bulging muscles along my neck, flowing gently in the midnight breezes. i was too perfect on the outside to be seen as a dark. the first thing that crossed many equine's minds when they first laid their eyes upon my frame was that i was a light. a sweet, innocent, glorious light. but as soon as i opened my mouth to bare my teeth at them, they could see the hatred in my pools as plain as day. my attention was drawn back to the carbon-hued brute before me when he said that all he was doing was looking for someone to talk to, and that if he wanted me dead, i would be. an impatient sigh escaped my maw. he speaks like a hardass, but he has nothing behind his words. i thought, a bored look passing over my features. instead of giving him another hateful responce, i merely said. well maybe you should find different company. im not exactly... pleasant to be around, if you hadn't noticed by now. maybe some other dark fae would be good company, they seem to be rather whorish this time of year. it makes them very sociable. my tone a mixutre of being serious and sarcastic at the same time. it was then that i realized i had spoken more than i have in a long time, and my voice was ringing still in my own ears. i was distracted for a moment, listening to the sound of my voice in my head. i almost forgot it was my own. something so pretty coming from someone so venomous. i looked away from the stalion, my eyes expressing emotions that i was physically unable to hide. once they passed, i returned my sight to him, awaiting his responce.

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Shiva rolled his eyes, tired of her attitude and her games. He moved off to the left, walking a few feet away. Her insolent child like attitude made him want to strangle her. He lowered his head to munch on the grass. She was crazy. She thought she was bad ass, and really, she was a pain in the ass. He scoffed as she mentioned that she could end him if he tried to attack her. Swallowing some grass, he lifted his head, laughing. His eyes glinted maliciously. Whatever you say child," he said, flicking his tail in annoyance. If she didn't watch it, he might just take her out and end her miserable self existence right now.

She told him to go find other company, because she clearly wasn't the company type. And clearly she didn't realize that this realm had just gone through a time of war between Gods that had demolished the equines that lived here. He had been one of the lucky few to make it out alive, but changed. Storming towards her, his head dipped low enough to look her square in the eyes. "Listen here. If I had even thought that there was a chance of me meeting up with someone who was even the slightest bit more intelligent than you, don't you think I would have? You clearly have no clue that a large war just went on here, one that started LONG before your sorry ass was even thought of, he snarled, his voice venomous. "You should show respect to those with more power than you, respect for those who could take everything away from you, with one, single, move. His eyes were dark, his voice slippery like a snake, and dangerous like the strike of a cobra. She really was ticking him off, and he wasn't in the mood for her child like temper tantrum.

He snaked his head out to snap his ivories close to her ear, threatening to rip it off. He growled low in his throat, a warning not to press him any further. Stalking off once again, he passed her, throwing his body into hers at the same time to try and knock her off balance. He trotted a few feet away, keeping one ear trained on her and his mouth snatched up some grass. God, the insolence of some people these days...