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 Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 9:50 pm
The sun had set hours ago and night had taken reign over the sky; a full moon loomed within the sky along with the accompaniment of whispy, cirrus clouds. A chilling breeze whistled and rustled the leaves of boughs overhead and caressed against the face of the pale, ghostly stallion. Although his body tried to shiver, the male repressed it and gritted his jaws while those voidless orbs of nothingness glanced about.
He was restless.
Sleep hadn't been coming so easily and the mutant stallion had sought to meander elsewhere to let his mind roam and his cloven hooves take him somewhere, anywhere. The once young colt was now a full grown stallion whose temper continued to remain unpredictable and whose mind and soul were simply conflicted and severed between the kindness and love, the light, that his mother Korrine was blessed with along with the malice, the power and the viciousness that had consumed his father also began to consume him. It was an unceasing battle- a battle that had continued since he had first broken free from his basket. The pain, the torment and the words that plauged his mind- they never left him at peace. They had called him a monster, a misfit and a near replica of his own father; those horns, spikes, that tail and those eyes! Even his own siblings had been cautious of him for a time nor did he have many friends or rather chose to make friends. It was like a curse, a bitter-sweet curse.
Yet such a curse still carried a burden and that voice inside his head, inside of him, never had left.
Shaking his head and flared his nostrils in dispise for the brisk night air, Ezriel's long, crimson mane waved slightly and whisped at his feet. "Its a pretty damn cold night," he commented low, his tone still reserved yet smooth. "But at least its quiet."
Stepping from out of the thick shadows, the ghostly pale mutant stallion dirfted towards the lake absent mindedly. His thirst had gotten the better of him as well as the stirring within his mind made him alert. The whispering of the wind through the grass and across the plains seemed to speak to him although its message and jaunter went unheard as the stallion lowered his head and drew his maw closer towards the cool waters and began to drink.
Relief soothed him as he glanced behind him and lifted his head, looking to where his accomplice had gone.
"Dante?"
Ezriel furrowed his crimson brows as his spaded-spiked tail swayed non-chalantly behind him. His eyes narrowed just as he pivoted around facing back towards the outskirts of the forest stared into the thick darkness. Looking for his grey hued sibling during the night was nearly as difficult as one having to look for a four leaf clover or even a needle in a haystack. Such colors were definitely an asset for rummaging within the dark with no fear of being seen but, unfortunately, Ezriel was cheated the short straw on that gene and stuck out a bit brighter no thaks to the full moon above.
Dante had always been a bit bolder than he but, now, Ezriel had found a bit more strength and a willingness to protect his family rather than running off and venturing out on his own like he usually assumed when he was younger. Although he still chose to be a vagrant at times, even the mutant knew that he had changed and so had his personality.
Ezriel was still reserved, still low toned and kept to himself mostly yet he wasn't afraid of himself but remained conflicted. Pain still weighed heavy upon his heart and his own soul but what he had become, what he had encountered and learned when he was young had slowly transformed him. Yet such a journey was not yet over- it had, in truth, only begun and the long road ahead remained tumultious and troublesome. There was still much to learn and still had yet to find a balance between the light and dark within but he was slowly getting there.
It would certainly take time and continued to do so.
Continuing to look about, Ezriel was not having luck in finding his brother.
"Dante? Dante where the hell are you!" He grimmaced, snorting as he sighed and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and cursed scorningly to himself.
"F@#$."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 5:31 am
He had a weak moment a couple weeks earlier but it had passed. The weakness faded along with the burns he had sustained from the fight with the Nightmare. His daughter had invoked memories in him he had long forgotten. Those days are gone. It almost seemed like it was another lifetime entirely. His sons would not be so lucky, he mused.
He was still a little surprised that he had three offspring, two of which were sons. A small part of him had been proud at the news but that had faded when he had seen his first son. He had been gray with long pale hair and though he had a few spikes, he had looked nothing like him. He looked.. pure. Reaper felt contempt for that one. Almost as much as he had for the daughter. He despised the female more for reminding him of things long passed.
His second son however, was another story. Reaper watched that one a lot, even doing so now, hiding deep within the shadows of the forest. This one had potential. Perhaps he would not need to die. It was whispered that he was called Ezriel. A fitting name. It was almost like staring at a reflection. Almost.
Ezriel was pale with a black snout much like himself. He also had the dark, soulless eyes. His hair lacked the black streaks, his body didn't have as many spikes and of course, the wings were missing. He could imagine the two of them together and scaring the piss out of the other soquili and two-leggers alike. The location of Ezriel's spikes would make him a deadly fighter. Yes, Reaper was proud of this one. Perhaps there was a reason that mare had been destined to live. Perhaps Ezriel was that reason.
Hell, even if things didn't go as he planned, this one would make a worthy adversary and that filled him with even more pride. It was a strange, new feeling to him. He could think of no better way for his son -- or himself, if it came to that point -- to die.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 6:22 am
Something wasn't right, and it was distracting Dante. He had wandered off away from Ezriel, so he was unaware of his brother's musings. When Dante was conflicted, he needed to move. It was a strange habit, and when the fear took over, he always found himself hiding in the surrounding area. There was a strange scent on the air, and the young stallion was shifty at its appearance. Maybe he was being paranoid, but he seriously felt as if a terrible threat had appeared.
If needed, he would return back to Ezriel since he had only wandered a few paces away. He wondered if his brother was still sleeping comfortably, but chances were he was probably aware of the current situation. He was probably as nervous as Dante was, and the gray stallion shuddered slightly and stood behind a large tree.
If things were at their worst, then their 'father' was probably around them. Dante had survived childhood, and would probably die soon. His soul had been lifeless lately, since he knew his time would come. This was the fate that he was warned about, and for weeks he had tried to prepare himself. There was no reason to talk or smile, and Dante was now as lifeless at times as his sister. He found himself doing nothing, and avoiding others daily. There was no reason to create connections, especially since he would soon vanish from any hopeful reality.
Would all the anxieties and fears finally leave him in death? If he were to go, he would have to make it a good farewell at least. But its not like anyone would remember him.
With a tiny sigh, he continued to watch the surrounding area like a hawk, awaiting any movements or noises from either his brother, or from his enemy..
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 9:09 am
A pale ear flicked slightly as the young, mutant stallion narrowed his eyes towards a tall, lone tree that planted itself firmly within the outskirts of the forest.
With the scattered rays of the moon dousing down upon the desolate area, Ezriel narrowed his eyes towards the slate grey figure who kept himself hidden away from the shadows and possible prying eyes. Although the pale, white stallion dared not to vocalize it or let his emotions stir and take control of him, he too felt as if something was not right and it felt as if some poisonous asp or creature was waiting, watching and hoping to sink their fangs and administer a deadly venom of malice, fear and rage- something that would consume them or, worst, result in a fatal death. Both Ezriel, Dante and Meera had faced countless vices ever since they first stepped out into the world and now the time had come for the two brothers to experience unknowingly a fragment of what their own sister had encountered. Although it was to be expected that if they ever did encounter 'daddy dearest' that there was no chance to run but to fight.
Ezriel flared his nostrils and swished his spaded-spiked tail behind him. An old saying came to mind: 'To die will be a great adventure.' To this he gave a frown along with a minute snarl that curled at the side of his maw.
Whoever came up with such a damn-tastic saying certainly had never experienced pain or torment before, he could only think as he again focused upon Dante and took two steps forward.
"Dante- you feel it to?" He commented low, his lifeless and voidless orbs of sheer nothingness narrowed as his crimson brows furrowed in concern. He was more than certain that fear and drastic alarm had heightened his brothers senses and perception. It was unmistakable to believe that they weren't alone.
It was starting to feel like a waiting game of which side would make the first move or make their presence known but, somehow, Ezriel knew that the enemy had been watching them all along and was only waiting for a prestine or opportune moment to come into the scene.
Ezriel didn't like it- not at all.
"Come on, lets just get the hell out of here and head back home." Cloven hooves softly treaded upon the ground as the young stallion began closing in on his brother. He offered a small, warm smile and calmly nudged his brothers cheek with the tip of his nose while making sure none of his array of spikes accidently intruded through his own flesh and blood.
Looking into his own brothers eyes that seemed to hold more life and appeal than his own, Ezriel knitted his brows and rumbled softly.
"It doesn't do us any damn ounce of good to stand out here when we both know that something isn't right!" he whispered a bit strongly as a barrier within him seemed slowly crack and chip away unnoticed. But he regained himself, snorting softly as he shook his head and pawed at the ground once with a cloven hoof.
"Sleep would do us both good," he remarked with his causal, low and reserved tone.
"What do you think?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 10:27 am
The time had come.
Reaper left the place he had been hiding and made his way over to Ezriel. He kept his eyes transfixed on his target, ignoring Dante completely. His wings were folded back, against him. He would not be needing them as his sons could not fly like Meera. What good that had done her anyway.
His hair dragged along the grass, the tendrils moving in a snake-like fashion. His dark eyes did not blink, did not waver from Ezriel's own. He was larger than his sons but perhaps that would change as they were still quite young.
He did not stop until he was but a few paces before them. He did not say anything. He simply stared into the eyes of the son that looked most like him as if searching for something deep within. He also wanted to give them the chance to look him over, let it sink in at who was standing before them.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 10:42 am
Dante was going to answer his brother, but before he could grip himself, HE had arrived. HIS movements were swift and perfect, and Dante was completely stunned at the sight of him. Everything that Dante cried about, and every horrible thought and memory that came to mind could not sum up how scary and terrible his father looked. All of the memories of what mother went through were real at the sight of their father, Reaper.
Dante couldn't say a word, couldn't breathe, and he also couldn't blink. He just stared, and everything around them had gone silent in his mind. His body was screaming for him to run, move, but his mind was commanding him to just remain lifeless. It was a strange mix of feelings, and the connection between his mind and brain felt lost. It was a terrible feeling, and Dante was at a state of shock that was taking over his sanity.
Reaper had walked up to Ezriel, and Dante couldn't do anything. He could only watch in silence, and await for the worst. What was their father doing? Why hadn't he killed them yet?
The suspense was disgusting, and Dante wanted to look away, but his eyes were only on his fathers. He used to question why he was afraid of him, but now that he had actually seen him, those questions were well answered. His fate had finally found him, and he slowly gulped, allowing himself to steadily take a breath so that he could permit himself from fainting.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 4:44 pm
Standing there as his spaded-spiked tail swayed behind him, the pale, ghostly stallion waited. He watched as his brother seemed to begin to speak but a sudden change of facial expression that was stricken with fear as his eyes had locked onto something or someone behind him. Watching Dante as he stood still and petrified, Ezriel rumbled low and gave a flare of his nostrils, intaking the strange yet familiar scent that wafted heavily within the air and upon the soft breeze of the night.
That scent- it registered all to familiar. He had recognized it several other times, times where he could have sworn he was being watched yet ignored it and did whatever he set out to do with little fear holding him back or restricting him. That inner balance between light and dark had become moreso under control yet occasionally slipped and suffered as the young stallion still had a lot to learn pertaining how to balance such forceful elements. And it seemed that whenever his greatest struggles of becoming consumed with the darkness, that scent had always been present.
Was it a sign? A reminder or a simple note to the stallion that he was never alone when he believed he was? Ezriel had been watched from time to time and that same scent now lingered heavily, moreso than ever, within the air.
He could feel his muscles tense, as he pivoted around to face the thing which had captured his brothers unceasing attention. As his voidless, empty orbs narrowed, Ezriel intook a sharp breath and lowered his head as his eyes fell upon a larger mirror image of himself. Those eyes, the black burnished maw, spikes, horns, spaded tail and that long, crimsom hair (although his fathers was streaked with black)- it was all so similar yet his father bestowed wings, wings like Meera but not quite. The rumors that had so long plauged him of looking exactly like his malicious father were true and, to testify, both father and son stood in front of each other as their eyes locked just as one another seemed to search for something, the unknown or a piece of one another or perhaps waiting for who would make the first move and begin the long awaited blood bath and brawl that Ezriel wished to not partake in.
Staring at his father as he took a step closer towards the larger stallion, Ezriel kept his tail taunt behind him for the time being.
That wall that Ezriel had built up and repressed all of the emotions and consuming darkness from him had long begun to chip and crack and as he silently continued to stare at his father, it only became more severed and was near to unleash itself.
Those darkened orbs of nothingness narrowed as Ezriel stood his ground, breaths normal as he knew not what exactly their father wanted or what deviously dark torment he was about to bring about would be. There was no damn sense in running- the time had come for such a feared nightmare to become a tangible reality.
And that time was now.
"Reaper."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 6:26 pm
"You hear it don't you, boy," Reaper started, "The voices, bellowing, begging, pleading.. demanding. You hear them." He squinted his eyes and took a step forward, "I know you were rasied by fools, I know they taught you things like love.. trust.. friendship.. but can you trust them, boy? Can you put faith that they will stand by your side if you listened to your intuition? If they saw the you that yearned to be released. Have you ever wondered how great it would feel if you let it go. All inhibitions. Just released that raw spirit begging to be unchained? Would they love you if you were... your true self?"
Reaper gritted his teeth. It was hard to ignore Dante's presence but he must. He had bigger plans for that one. "Sure, I'm the enemy, aren't I? It's what you spent a long time believing. I'm the enemy. I hurt your mother. I am the bad guy. Am I? Or am I simply one that follows his instinct? Without evil, how can there be good? Without balance, how can there be life. You are dark, son. Would you ever be content pretending to be something you are not? Listen to the voices. Listen to your soul begging to be released from captivity."
Reaper shook his head and tore at the ground with a hoof. "I could be content killing you and your family but killing you would be a shame. I sense it in you. In the middle you are but you don't have to be. You could join me. You could do great things beside me. They will judge you, why not give them something to judge? They will fear you, why not give them something to fear? Why be punished unnecessarily? I came here with the intent to kill you. I will not lie to you boy. I don't want to kill you. I want you to stand by my side. I want you to take your place as my heir."
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 1:50 pm
What was Reaper talking about? Dante shuddered every time the monstrous stallion took a new breath of air, and he looked towards his brother, wondering if he was believing the words that their father was saying. Trust and Friendship was taught to them at an early age, so how could those morals be wrong? Was their father serious right now? Did he really think he could persuade his brother like that? Dante kept thinking to himself that it wasn't possible.. but then, his father just wouldn't shut up!
Dante could only stare, and keep himself silent. Even his own breathing pattern was quiet, and he was refraining from any hint of noise or proof that he was reacting. He most certainly didn't want to draw any attention on himself, and he hoped that he was invisible to his father. But at the same time, why was that? Was he as useless as their mother? Dante just couldn't do ANYTHING. His life was worthless, and this proved how useless he was as a creature, that even his father hadn't killed him yet.
.. Reaper's next proposition to Ezriel was shocking. He wanted his brother to live, and to JOIN him no less? A sick feeling erupted in Dante's stomach, and he felt a wave of depression hit his body. Would his brother actually listen? Would he listen to the maniac that was standing in front of them? What would happen if his OWN brother became like his father. What the hell would happen then?
Feeling a dramatic display of emotions, Dante felt teary eyed, and he looked down while only saying, "Ezriel..", and at that point in time he didn't care about Reaper's presence. Dante's own life was forgotten at the moment, and now he was in worry of what would become of his brother. Would he side with such a monster? It was a reality that had never occurred to Dante, and he felt as though he were to faint at any moment.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 4:49 pm
Ezriels lifeless orbs widened as he gritted his teeht slightly, narrowing his orbs towards his mutant, monsterous father and snarled slightly. How- how did he know? How did he know! He winced, as he could feel it; its presence making itself known just as Reaper spoke of it- that voice that unceasingly begged, pleaded, even demanded to be unleashed and awakened. The emotional and mental wall which he had consutructed inside of him seemed to instantly collapse and the darkness within seemed to cackle low and arouse those new sensations within the young stallion. His forelegs trembled, shaking as he shook his head as he breathed heavily and clenched his jaws tightly, eyes closed and trying not to open.
He didn't want to answer- Ezriel didn't want to speak! But darkness within knew its own master- its own being and likeness of such manical darkness that the near mirror image of the betrayer quivered slightly as his muscles tensed.
"They've always haunted me," he growled, slowly opening his eyes and looking upon his father, "and I can never f#$&#xin;g escape them. Its a part of you- this darkness, this damn darkness that will never let me be free."
Everything was put into question as his father continued to speak. Could he trust them? He had grown to learn to put his trust barely upon others and most things were best done himself but, as for his family, Ezriel found some security yet whereas doubt had always hazed his perception.
Meera had seemed terrified of him and even at times Dante seemed to shy away from him and keep his distance. Did they not trust him? Had they thought that he would become exactly like their own father? The voices within was a part of him that he had kept hidden from them, always thinking that they wouldn't understand or think less of him, but if he did let that darkness consume him and take root would they still consider him their own flesh and blood and not some monster?
Set me free, Ezriel- let the darkness become a part of you. Become what you are destined to become- you are his son and you are his heir to a legacy which no other lesser nor blessed soquili could ever fathome! They won't understand, you cannot trust anyone. You know no love- your heart is as empty as your own eyes! Let me show you- let me help you. The voice whispered, cooly with a smooth tone.
"I don't want this!" He argued within his head, still shaking his head with his eyes sealed tightly.
You cannot escape- the time has come. No one can escape their fate. This is destiny!
He flared his nostrils, clawing at the groudn below with a cloven hoof as he looked up towards his father once again. Reaper was right; there was a balance to everything in life yet light and dark was an element which constantly fought for dominance whether it was for the sky or for ones own heart and soul. But was the darkness really the soul thing Ezriel was or was meant for? He was tired of being captive having to fight off the inner demons day by day. If only- if only he didn't have to worry about them or control them life would be easier and he could do as he pleased.
Yet he had seen once what the darkness could do while it was on control. Like his father, he too had a lust for vengence, bloodshed and became unpredictable as to what his mind would plot and devise.
But what about his mother, Lady Korrine?
What would she think?
Ezriel could only imagine her heartbroken and saddened- and how could he ever face her or dare speak to her? Although many had labeled him a horrid beast like his father, his mother never stopped loving him even if he was strikingly similar to the stallion whom had nearly killed her. Deep within him, he never ceased to love and honor his family.
But would joining Reaper only leave his family defenseless and in danger? He would never be able to forgive himself if he was the cause of such a thing! But perhaps there was another way- a way for him to win. The idea began to formulate slowly.
A small snarl escaped across his maw as his spaded-spiked tail swayed behind him, staying taunt and close. Everything still had yet to make sense or to find reason for all of this. He was tied between the center and he could feel both forces of light and dark trying to pull him to the 'right' side of where he belonged. Yet Ezriel remained between Reaper and Dante.
"Why? Why me!" He yelled, breathing heavily as he could feel anger, resentment, adrenaline and a deadly mix of malice and torment suddenly consume him. "This whole damn time you've always been watching me and you knew, you f*#$ing knew this whole damn time what I was going through and now I have to either join you or be another casulty." Inside he was breaking and the darkness that he had for so long tried to fight off by himself was winning. Ezriel knew and he was certain that Reaper knew as well.
It began coursing thorugh his veins, the darkness feeding off his pain, his emotions and his anger. The young stallion stiffened and gritted his teeth just as he heard his brother softly speak his name and fall silent. No, no! He couldn't let his family be killed- not by his own father! He closed his eyes, wincing as the internal pain and rapture of his own soul began to solace and cry for an answer and a decision of where he would stand.
Ezriel remained in the middle as he tried to fend off such torment as the battle between light and dark collided and clashed with such ferocity inside of him. He remained silent, standing there.
Pain....
He felt pain and sadness.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:57 am
"You can become angry at me but you cannot blame me. Though we are similar, I am not responsible for you. For me to be at fault for how you are, I would have had to have raised you. I was not in your life until now. What you are is entirely what you are." Reaper almost felt sorry for his son. He could imagine what he was going through. He had been in a similar position afterall. He had been born an angeni, a truly angelic and 'good' race but something lurked within him that yearned to be free. He had lasted until adulthood before he broke out and listened to his soul.
Sure, the gods had cursed him for such a traitorous act. His tail had been changed to that of a demon to hide his true angeni blood and of course, the spikes were a permanent punishment, forever causing him pain without a moment's peace. Despite such odds against him, Reaper was happier now than he had ever been before.
It was possible that his curse had somehow passed to Ezriel, but it wasn't his fault. At least they didn't have the full brunt of it. They weren't cast out of their race and he was sure that their spikes did not cause them pain like his did. It wasn't like he had meant to get the mare pregnant either. He had never expected to have offspring. He would never have planned it. He had no way of telling what would happen to them, how they would come out. But of course, now he was faced with just that. Killing them was for the best. They had no idea what was in store for them. How their own foals could come out. Reaper had no way of knowing how far the wrath of the gods could reach or what they would do to his kin as further punishment to him.
"I won't force the decision on you now. I will ask that you consider taking a trip. Spend some time alone, give in to the voices. Live the life that the part deep within you wants to live. You can do this away from family and loved ones," he had to spit out the last part as the idea of family and loved ones really pissed him off, "so that you do not hurt them. How can you know what it is you really want if you keep one part of you under lock and key? It will only drive you mad. You'll always wonder about it. I will even agree to not harm your.. family.. while you are gone."
Reaper looked at Dante and bared his teeth. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to make such a promise, either." He wasn't sure what pissed him off so much about his other son. Maybe it was the fact he looked so godamn prissy. The spikes were the only thing that made him the least bit formidable but even they were in a location that wouldn't do much good except protect him from aerial attacks. At least he wasn't as bad as his daughter. She looked little like him but had his mothers voice. It couldn't be a coincidence. The gods had to be toying with him. He really had no idea how far they would go.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 12:29 pm
Dante moved his body so that he was leaning on his brother's, and lifted his heavy head up at his 'father'. The monster was using mind games to win Ezriel over, and Dante didn't like that at all. He never realized how broken his own brother was, and he stood next to him, only to reinforce a supportive role in his life. He knew that he wasn't skilled at having answers, but he needed his brother to know that he was there for him, no matter what. They were in this together, and they would have to somehow survive whatever the end result was.
"Then why are you?" Dante then said to Reaper, with a very quiet voice. It felt like the correct question, and he looked at his brother tiredly before locking onto Reaper's terrible eyes. "Why waste your time, father? We have been nothing of interest to you for the past year, so why waste your time confronting Ezriel like this?"
Dante was not bold in any way, so after he spoke, he lowered his head so that he didn't have to look at his father anymore. He wanted to know so many things from the beastly figure in front of him, but he clearly was not the target at that moment. His father wanted Ezriel for some disgusting plan, and it was up to Ezriel if he would follow.
And if asked.. would Dante follow? The stallion felt conflicted and sick. He needed to get out of there, since talking to his father was making them open to change and new information. What would Ezriel do? What would he do?!
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 1:09 pm
A slight snarl passed upon his lips as his pale ears pinned against his skull. "I don't blame you- you were never in my life but only gave me life. What I face now comes from you and you're the only one what it is and what will come from it don't you, father?"
Reaper did have a point; Ezriel could be angry at him yet he was never responsible nor a role model parent that had raised him. He may look like his monsterous father but somehow the young stallion felt as if that the beast he was, the soquili he was, was due in part by the darkness-the same darkness which his father held. The pains which he felt, the voices and part of him that remained chained and locked away within was something that Ezriel could only imagine his father bore but perhaps even worse than what he continued to suffer.
His father was a mystery. For as long as he could remember, he had only heart the malicious, brutish and bloodlust tales of the deeds which his father had performed and of the poor souls that he had obliterated and tormented. But like he had said, there was a blance- even if there is darkness wasn't there a light side? Wasn't there a part of him that still could be good? There were so many questioned left unanswered, so many pieces to a puzzle which had yet to be put together.
And Ezriel wanted to know.
The only one who would know and understand him and the ordeal of his severed and conflicted mind was his own father- Reaper. And that chance, that chance to be able to unlock the darkness within him and face it could perhaps lead for him to learn how to weild it or, worse, it could end up consuming him and taking control. But would it feel good? Would he be happy for a part of himself to finally be free without worry? To let his emotions, his desires and his whole self be released and be put back together again fully- would that help heal him and help the young mutant understand himself better or his abilities?
Feeling his brother lean slightly against him made the stallion realize that he was loved and that he had support yet even that didn't feel as if it wasn't enough. For once Ezriel wanted to face his demons head on, do whatever he could to vanquish them or to learn to live with them and find some aspect of balance.
But was that even possible? Ezriel didn't know.
"I want to know what the hell it is- all of this and what can happen because of it. The voices, the urges, and about you. I don't have a damn clue about who you really are besides you being the one I resemble," he spoke with a reserved and a gruff tone etched within his voice.
Could he trust his father to keep such a promise? He didn't have a clue in hell but then again the need for answers aside from the howling voice within who sought freedom wasn't enough. All Ezriel could do was to take a blind chance.
The darkness within stirred, causing the young stallion to wince and bare his teeth slightly from the pain and the rapture. A trip- a time away from everyone. Yes, that's what he needed. To clear his head and to distance himself so that he could listen to the needs and the demands of the beast and darkness within. It was still confusing and unpredictable but Ezriel knew that he needed to choose a side and plant himself firmly there and know of what could arise from all of this madness.
He leveled his same dark, lifeless orbs with his fathers. "Two days from now I'll have my decision and I'm damn sure you'll know where to find me or where I am. No less, no more; two days."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 3:48 pm
Reaper whipped his tail around and towards Dante's face. He was not close enough to touch the stallion but the threat was clear enough. "Don't question me. You would never understand." The larger stallion didn't want to admit it but he felt a kindred spirit with Ezriel. How many years had he spent alone now?
You could let them live, his conscience beckoned. Reaper tried to ignore it but was failing. Hadn't he gotten rid of that damn thing? Just like with your mother. You did not harm her. You care for her to this day. It's why you couldn't bring yourself to hurt your daughter when you heard her voice. You could let them live. Avoid them. Pretend they don't exist. It was true enough but Reaper had killed his own father. You had no choice. They were going to kill you. You were an outcast. Unacceptable. Your father was too proud to accept your dark ways. He was doing what he and the others thought best. If you hadn't fought back, you would be the one dead. Still, he had killed his own father and that was not something you could forgive yourself for. Would his mother ever forgive him for that? They had a happy enough home until the darkness came out. Before he had killed his father, his mother had tried to understand. She said she would always love him. She urged him to run. Even though she knew she would never see him again, she had wanted him to live. Could he learn to do the same? Could he learn to let his children live despite their wanting to be good? Did he want to be his own father and try to kill them for being different or die because he couldn't accept them?
His father probably would have accepted Dante despite his 'deformities'. Ezriel would not have been accepted by his father. Meera would have been the ideal grandchild. His mother would smother them with adoration regardless of how they appeared. Perhaps it was because she wasn't an angeni like his father had been. She was a very sweet mare though.
He forced himself to snap out of his private thoughts and concentrate on his sons again. "Two days," he gruffly agreed. "I will find you in two days." With that being said, he turned and ran until he gained enough speed to take flight. He had some thinking to do. Since meeting his offspring, his memories and past came back with a vengeance and it bothered him a great deal.
((Ok, I am so going to have to commission Reaper's mom sometime. >.> ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 6:53 am
Dante glanced at his father's violent move towards him, and lowered his eyes to the ground. Ezriel and his father kept talking for a few moments after, and Dante could say nothing. There was nothing to contribute, since he was invisible as usual. The focus was nonexistent, just like everything in the stallions life. And with that, he glanced up to hear his father say 'two days.' Ezriel had two days to muster this all in? Dante thought that's what he heard, and he was a bit shocked by the complexity.
He watched his father leave, and a part of him wasn't satisfied at all.
"Ezriel.. are you going to be alright?" He looked at his brother with sad eyes, and shook his mane out of his face. "What the hell just happened?"
Taking a few strides away from his brother, he realized that he had never felt so disconnected from him before. His brother had a new plight to figure out, and Dante wasn't a part of that at all. Maybe he held his brother back too much? He really was a fool for a stallion.
"Well, I should leave you to your thoughts..."
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