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 Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 3:09 pm
The stallion came to a grinding halt, sneering at a delicate flower clinging so tenaciously to life. Perched precariously on a tree branch, it would take nothing more than a casual swipe for him to end its useless existence.
After all, all that beauty offered was a vessel for corruption, a clean slate upon which to perform monstrous acts... something to be altered into an existence more like his own.
Kerrigan glowered at the orchid with distaste, attempting to comprehend the attraction such a delicate bud could hold for so many of his kind. He had seen more mares then he cared to count gazing at flowers with lovestruck eyes, wrapped so tightly in their own fantasies that they failed to even notice him as he passed by. He had seen more stallions then he had ever imagined doing the same, though surely their thoughts lay on some pretty mare. They all seemed to get something from the flower, perhaps joy or some other petty emotion... All that Kerrigan got from glowering at the flower was an overwhelming feeling of loathing.
What use had something so delicate, so fragile? What purpose could those rosey petals hide? Why had such a thing been allowed to flourish, to prosper, when surely it served only to render all who gazed upon them useless?
Kerrigan turned away in disgust, his eyes glaring out at the world about him.
At least roses had thorns.
Now he understood all too well that even delicate entities could cause pain.
Thorns, needles, horns, spikes... these things were blatantly cruel. Love, lies, lures... these things were cryptic, uncertain, able to creep up on oblivious victims, tear into their subconscious, ruin them from the inside as emotions overwhelmed the senses and clouded the mind.
He had a new appreciation for... fragile beauty.
... The cause of such exquisite pain.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 3:18 pm
Bloodied orbs stared out from a face marked with exquisite beauty. Succulent shades of swirling crimson, pleasing hues of purple marked by shadows deep as night, caressed a form of statuesque resplendence.
She glided forwards with undue grace, seeming to pass as a shadow through the glaring light of day. A tantalizing wraith- ethereal, untouchable, desired and yet never truly there.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 1:21 pm
Emotions could be manipulated, fed with sweet lies or fostered by carefully orchestrated encounters. One did not have to be openly cruel to cause pain in others, nor did physical pain have to accompany mental distress. Kerrigan found that he much enjoyed making it the other's idea, making them feel as if they had brought his actions upon themselves- whether it be leaving after the mare was with child, or becoming cold and calculating so soon after feigning interest. Coaxing out desired responses instead of bullying others into doing what he wanted; he knew patience, though his patience lasted only so long as his interested in the current goal.
Once he got what he wanted, he left.
And he only ever seemed to want things once.
His hellfire gaze swept over the land, his powerful stride propelling him into new territory as he stared coldly at the land about him. This day, his interest had not been piqued. This day, everything seemed so... dull.
As if to counteract his proclamation, the form of a mare glided into his vision. A slow grin spread across his features; he so enjoyed mares.
For a little while, anyway.
As he assessed her worth of his attention, he was already plotting how to extract exactly what he desired from her. If he decided that she was not worthy after all, he could always apply the same formula elsewhere.
But... this one. Yes, this one would do nicely.
Her form was one of beauty, as were those of all his conquests. But there was something about her, some inner strength that radiated from her pure form, that called to him... he allowed himself to be drawn in by her lure, all the while planning how to best corrupt her.
His thrill deepened when he noted the ebony horn spiraling from her forehead; a unicorn mare, just for him.
He moved forward once more, wondering absently how such a fragile beauty could project such strength. He wondered if this was what others called morality, that inner surety that allowed self-proclaimed knights and healers of the land to walk about with such self-righteous dignity. Kerrigan thought of himself as a more honest creature, one entirely attuned with his own base desires and equipped with the skill to make things happen. He didn't need to justify his actions to himself; his desire was enough to inspire action without need for explanation. And he was never around for the consequences of his desire.
Though... as he watched the mare move, he thought that perhaps, this time, he would stay long enough to see the children of their inevitable union. He had sired others in the past, but he had not been interested enough to stick around.
But these children... half-unicorn, half-him. Yes, they could be... interesting.
He was still considering the potential of his spawn when he remembered that his game was just beginning.
This mare who passed as a shadow through these lands... he would harness her dark beauty and mold it to a form of his own liking. He already liked her form well enough, but her personality surely had flaws. After all, she had not been touched by him yet.
This mare had potential.
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