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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:43 am
Brown ears were pressed back firmly against her skull, the perfect sign of agitation. Her fur was slightly matted, lines of sweat perforating the mess along her flanks. Broken twigs stuck out of her mane, an ashen, tangled mass woven in with plant debris. Sides heaving, smoke billowing out of her nostrils, muscles shaking with fatigue. She was naught but a Hell-cursed mare in a poor condition.
She had been running. Running far across the herd's territory. Several times she had fallen and stumbled, yet the madness had held her. The blood lust had made her charge, made her leap back up and keep running. Running to what? She knew not. Only running. Running to prey. Reverting back to sanity (or as close to it as she could ever get), was harder than usual. The dark cloud within Poison Ivy's mind was growing, leaching into every fiber of her being. The madness was getting worse.
But this time she had managed it. Her legs wavered beneath her as her lungs labored to get the oxygen her body so craved. And in exchange for her precious air, she spewed out the toxic gas that had once ended her life. A curse forevermore.
Why was the insanity so hard to control now? It had been barely present upon her arrival into this world again, yet somewhere within her it had blossomed. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she swallowed her grimace at the bitter taste of poisons that filled her chest. She had to get back to the herd. They would stop her from doing anything too crazy. She had already killed one human, but she would not let herself lose control that far again. If she tried to charge, surely one of the others would hold her down?
Her hooves moved wearily back towards the herd. There were risks, of course, of staying too close to the main sleeping grounds. The alphas were always there, and they would kill a horse just as easily as they could speak. But she had no choice. Her aversion to the leaders would have to be put aside. The madness could not to allowed to reign, not again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:13 pm
 Ever since his return to herd co-leader Thorn had been driving the herd into the right mindset and preparing them for the oncoming slaughter. His days were busy with keeping the herd intact, while harshly punishing those that strayed from their training or when they disobeyed orders. The times of the herd standing still were over, and Thorn would lead them to destroy the world around them, whether they liked it or not. The chestnut stallion had always been an imposing figure, in life and in death, his stature and physique befitting the finest of war horses. However, it wasn't just looks that got Thorn where he was today. Many may have forgotten the brutality of their war leader, having been gone from the herd for many seasons, but they would soon realize how little he tolerated when it came to following orders and doing what you're told. Surely the harshness of such a devil would get them prepared for Thanos' plans to move.
Being as such, he had noticed the running of a particular mare in the herd and had come to 'investigate'. Though for Thorn, that just meant he was going to find out one way or another what was going on. It wasn't long before he spotted the labored form heaving to catch it breath before slowly moving on again and the stallion took no hesitation in approaching. He had just recently been figuring out their names again, and he believed this particular mare was called 'Poison', but he couldn't remember if there was more to it. The large stallion, 17.2 hands tall with muscle massed up enough to be vividly visible under his taunt red hide, stepped forward to block her path back to the herd; white pupil-less eyes burning in a sea of glowing red, much like hellfire itself. "What's going on?" The stallion edged out, and though his voice was level, there was no hiding the power behind it. Out of the two alphas of this herd, Thorn was the one to put his hooves before words, as he saw conversation as useless and flimsy when it came to getting his point across. And from what he had been doing so far with the herd, it was safe to say he had no problem resorting to such measures.
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 2:13 pm
A large hoof, fixed onto a thick, muscular leg, suddenly loomed into her field of vision. Her eyes had been staring wearily at the floor as she had trudged back to the main body of the herd. Now, they slowly raised up to watch the alpha warily. Poison Ivy had few rules, but her main one was definitely avoid the leaders. After all, her previous encounter alone with Thanos had led her to kill a human. She had been young. The world was new, yet familiar. Everything was fresh. Here, she had power. It wasn't like Hell. And it had gotten to her head. She was easy to provoke, the slightest thing setting off a fierce desire to kill.
And what had that caused? She had been given a taste of blood, and now she thirsted for it. When she had entered this world, she had not been right in the head, no. But she had been righter. She was still herself, cold and cunning. Keeping her head down, silently hating. But after that day nothing was the same. She had started to thirst for blood more strongly than ever before. The human's flesh had been so succulent. Saliva filled her mouth just remembering it, but she pushed the madness back.
Now? It was like there was a second beast within her mind. It had grown, feeding off her desires. Now it took control whenever it wished, forcing her to do unpredictable things. True, she had never been predictable, but it had been within normal realms in the past. That had been her own doing. But now? Now it was this... thing that inhabited her mind that did them. When it took control, it would do anything to kill. It would deceive, it would make others cringe, it would go all out mad and attack. Anything for blood. And when she finally pushed it back and regained her body, she was left in this weary, down-trodden state. She had not the spirit anymore to act as she once had. Gone was the cunning, cold mind. She was just a brainless follower of the herd. Like everyone else. The one thing she had once scorned. The cunning mind capable of such hatred was still there, she was sure. But it was too tired to function. The thing sharing her mind had torn it into small pieces, leaving her in this fragile mess.
"I am.. heading back to the herd." She dipped her head respectfully, though a glimmer of hatred briefly caught light within her. Still, it was stifled as though someone had thrown a damp blanket over it to smother it. Weariness pulled at her limbs, but at least for now she had everything under control.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:04 am
It took few moments of considering, if you could call decisive action on the spot consideration, but that was Thorn for you. He didn't like to keep them waiting, as much as he himself despised waiting on others. "No." The word was simple enough, his low voice even as before. The war leader had plans, obligations, and ways of dealing with situations that others may not have even considered. This time? The mare had been running like a hell beast before, and now was simply content to just return to the herd? That wasn't going to be possible if Thorn had anything to say about that. "You're coming with me, we have something to do."
In truth, it was something only he had been entrusted in doing, but the large stallion of conquest was eager to test out the capacity of the herd's followers, and gauge just how ready they might be for the oncoming destruction of this world. Thorn offered no other explanation than that as he began forward, expecting her to follow. Of course, with a glance over his shoulder, he wouldn't mind dragging her all the way there if she proved difficult.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 5:35 am
Tired muscles hesitated for a moment, causing the mare to visibly flinch. No... No... No?!? Her teeth slowly barred themselves into a snarl as the beast within her stirred. Hatred fed off her like a group of leeches, providing sustenance for the thing to grow. And grow it did, the roots were already woven deep within her body, so all is had to do was devour and swell and blossom. The hatred was great. One word. One word was already setting her off: No. No.
Red fire burned within her soul, filling her muscles with a renewed vigor. Her eyes grew animalistic, pupils dilating, yet still radiating the intense emotion that ruled her in that precise moment. Words poured out of her mouth, twisting her throat into unusual configurations. "No... I ssssshhhhhhan't go." The voice that escaped her lips was not her own. It rasped and hissed like a snake.
The surprise was enough to kick her usual self back into play. She drove back the madness, suffocating it. Her hatred was now directed inwards, at the other self within her. With a ripple, her muscles became slack and her eyes softened back into the confines of sanity. Clearing her throat, she tried to get rid of the feeling of the hiss that had poured out of her. She had hissed before, yes, when in battle or annoyed. But never... never had she spoken in such a tongue.
And then came the realization that she was in danger. Her hooves hurriedly rushed after the alpha, striving to make up the lost distance. "I... I mean..." A flash of relief that she spoke normally gave her slight comfort. "I shall do as you command, Alpha Thorn." And despite that, her voice came out weak and petty sounding. Another flash of hatred. But the madness had no hold this time, for the hatred was against it. How dare it degrade her to such a petty state?
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 2:21 pm
No? Had he heard her correctly in what she had said? That very word had caused the war leader to come to a halt, heavy head craned on a thick neck to look back at the little silver maned mare. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't ready to fight at the drop of a single ill-thought word, but luckily for 'Poison', as he still could not remember her full name, she caught and corrected herself before he had the chance to veer back in her direction. Needless to say, the stallion's white, pupil-less eyes burned red with what could only be akin to the very fires of hell. That place had certainly changed the large stallion, for he was truly at home in the place of others torment, finding eternal conquest in the bowels of hell. Perhaps she had forgotten just how ruthless Thorn was in his tireless effort to reform the herd, a grave mistake if that happened to be the case.
Regardless, the stallion held no amusement for her earlier folly, flaring his large nostrils at her as she returned to take step after him. "If you'd rather I leave you to skulk around the outskirts of the herd like a beaten fool, just say the word. I'll enjoy every minute of it." That was the only warning she was going to get out of the mighty chestnut stallion, and one that held more promise than the return of winter at the end of every year. Indeed, if she truly did not want to keep company with the co-leader, she would not escape the encounter unscathed. He'd make sure of that.
Once more the stallion started forward, thirst for battle and conquest ever present in his demented mind; a hellion if there ever was one. He did not yet tell her what it was they were about to do, but she need not know until he decided she should.
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