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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 12:49 pm
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
SW's name: Tavaraith (The Burning One)
SW's Temper: Raging
Prompt Response: Tavaraith raised his head from where he was scenting for prey, abandoning the search for the rabbit. After all, something much larger had just stepped into the clearing. He had heard the distant sound of her hoof-falls, but paid little mind. After all, Unicorns usually knew to avoid his kind.
This one… She should have done so. Burning eyes fixed on the moonlight-colored mare, narrowing in instant dislike. The purity of unicorns burned like ice, made him narrow his gaze in displeasure and bare his teeth in warning. Be gone from here, foolish one. Before I make a meal of you…
’You don’t look all that bad to me…’ She scoffed, moving closer with a wide smile.
Stay away! He snarled, tail whipping back and forth as he lunged forward in warning. Foolish mare! I should rend you for your insolence, do you not know what I am?
’Not very friendly, hmm?’ She laughed, and the sound was like silver bells the humans hung when the snows came. ’That’s alright. I’m nice enough for both of us. Call me Litali, by the way.. You got a name, Oh Burning One?’
He stared at her incredulously. What foolishness was this? Not half as bad as the ridiculous impulse he obeyed when he answered her. Tavaraith…
’I think I’ll call ya’ Raith.’ She said simply.
What?!
’I can’t just refer to you as ‘you there’ every time I want to say something… And Tavaraith is more than a mouthful. Raith I like. She nodded, as though that was all there was to that.
And that was how it had began…
Raith… Her voice was so distant now, echoing his name.
Still wounded by the distant memory of her, he strode on, deeper into the darkness of the woods.. Deeper into the darkness of his own heart. There was no telling where his moonlight had gone.. He had promised his disappearance would only last a fortnight. Kalona things to do…
And if they new he had her sheltered away in the woods? Fear had struck at the heart of him. It was forbidden… To be around such a creature without striving to destroy her… To have kind feelings of any sort, let alone….
Love. Stars and moon and sun, he had loved his little unicorn.
Despite his darker nature, Tavaraith had fallen prey to love, and with the pure-hearted unicorn mare no less! True enough, she was too good for him.
Far, far too good. A unicorn mare, with a coat like moonlight on snow. Litali, his little love. But she was gone now. Where?
Did it really matter? For all he knew, she was dead… The blood on the grass of the clearing where they usually met seemed to indicate thus. And yet, his foolish heart wanted to hope.
Hope… He snorted at the thought. Foolish.
And Raith was never foolish. Well, only once. But his Moonlight was gone, and once again, he returned to the solitude of the night. He wandered a long time, his hooves numbly carrying him onward. On to what?
A harsh, haunting laugh echoed in the night, not far from him, making him pause. ‘Greetings, Shadow of the Land.’
Tavaraith’s head jerked up and around, eyes flashing in rage at the sight of the pelt-wearing human who came out of the night like he owned the very world. His confidence was puzzling, foolish and misplaced. In the night, alone with a Kalona, this man strode toward the killing beast?
Why? Who was this? And how had he come to be here? Raith scented the wind and snorted. The man reeked of death…
Death, and, something more? Power. Raw, evil, slinking, creeping power. Just standing near him made Tavaraith feel unclean. As though the man’s essence were creeping across the grass like adders, nipping at his hooves and legs. Poisoning the very air, tainting the land.
‘Who are you?’ Tavaraith snarled, pawing the ground with his hooves and pinning his ears flat. It would be all too easy to maul this human, to run him down. Wouldn’t it? The power whispered a different story.
‘Be still Burning One. A friend… Of a kind.’ The smile beneath the pelt was wolfish and twisted. ‘And friends do each other favors, do they not?’
‘I have no friends…’ Tavaraith argued. ‘I owe no one any favors…’
‘But you will…’
The cloud of white powder than engulfed him made him choke, burned his eyes until he shut them tightly, clogged his nostrils until he was forced to open his mouth and inhale. Only then it burned his throat, filling his entire body with liquid fire. His tail thrashed and wings snapped wide, body shuddering as he tried to rid himself of the torturous feelings.
‘WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!’ He screamed blindly lashing out with tail and legs and teeth. ‘WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?’
‘A favor… Oh Burning One. Do not worry…’ The laughter was harsh, bloated with evil and malice. ‘Soon you will repay me, My New Skinwalker… Soon.’
He writhed in the darkness, alone, for a long time. At least, it seemed long. Memories of his sire and damn flashed away first, memories of fighting with his brother… Memories of the family going their separate ways while the foals were too young to care for themselves…
It was the Kalona way. Only the strongest survived. On occasion mares kept their fillies close, but the stallions were only of worth if the lived or died by their own power. Tavaraith had lived.
His family slipped away into the darkness.
The different types of Soquili he had met during his life were the next ghosts resurrected from his memory. Ground walkers he hand hunted and killed, unicorns he had attacked and fought with.. The occasional flutter or water-dweller.
They swelled up from the bottom of his memories, bubbled over, then melted away into the night like droplets of rain on the ground.
Litali. Memories of his first sighting of her came, and he did his level best to move away from them, to not look. But they were inside him, rending his insides with bitter betrayal, disgust and distrust.
It was a blessing when the thoughts of her melted away. And he was alone in the darkness. Blessed darkness.
‘Wake.’
The human spoke, and he listened, slowly returning to his feet. Head draped low, he felt the rustle of pelt along his face, head and back. What was this?
‘A mark of your new rank, Burning One.’ Oyohusa chuckled. ‘Go, spread the bitter night, my Skinwalker.’
’You gave me the power to kill them all…’ Tavaraith eyed him. ’But I do not remember them…
Oyohusa laughed. ‘So kill until you remember.’
Tavaraith snarled with bitter pleasure, turning at the sound of a foal’s terrified bleat. ‘I will never remember…’
A mad voice in the back of his mind laughed. ‘And that is the point, is it not?’
Tavaraith shrugged it off as he stalked the foal, a petrified flutter by-blow, it seemed. Delicate butterfly wings the color of stars projected from her back. Stars. He hated the sky and her light… Why?
Blackness in his memory.
’Hello.’ He smiled at the filly, and began to laugh as she screamed and scrambled away. ’Time to die, Little One…’
“No please!” She yelped as she ran as fast as she could. “Please, I just want to get back to my momma! MOMMA!”
’No ‘momma’ here…’ The stallion laughed as he plowed over her, breaking a spindly foreleg as his massive body took her lighter one down. ’No more light. Never again… Never, never again…’
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 2:58 pm
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
SW's name: Aliah
SW's Temper: Powerful
Prompt Response: (2000 words or less)
Power. The pain was only another vessal of the power, and the kalona embraced it, fell into it's burning. He had been easily convinced by the two legged who spoke their tongue, and had allowed him to sprinkle the powder over him. There was nothing that could go wrong, he would either be stronger than it or it would take him along with it. The red haze faded to darkness, and he found himself drawn to his memories, to what he had been before.
"We are always strong," his father had pounded into his head, the moment he had been old enough to understand his father's words. "We show no weaknesses." Aliah had taken that to heart, always attempting to be the strongest, only attacking the most worthy of prey, trying to make his father proud.
I have become strong father.
He awoke, his form changed. He could vagely remember his old self, and reveled in the new feelings, the newfound strength that was running through his veins. He was built to destroy, and there was no one worthy of him, they were all prey. Even those who he had once deemed worthy, were just insignificant against his newfound power. All would fall before him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 3:15 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: Nila (KNEE-la, 'blue' in Sanskrit)
SW's Temper: Sadistic
Prompt Response:
“Ni-Ni!” a female voice called, “Come play with your brothers!”
“Okay mum!” Nila replied as she leaped off a moss-covered rock. She bounded toward her family, causing the fluffy flower seeds in her path to fly up in the air as she ran through the flower patch. The warm summer winds blew her mane into her eyes as she slowed to a stop near her father.
“How is my little princess today?” he asked gently.
“Brilliant!” she yelled out excitedly, “I love it all!” and as if to express her happiness, she leaped as high in the air as she could and kicked in random directions. As she landed she wobbled a bit, muttering a soft ‘oomph’ in the process.
“Take it easy, Nila,” her mother said, “you have yet to know your limits.”
The memory faded, and with that realization Nila snorted at Oyohusa. “You will pay for this, old man!” pausing, she cringed at what she just said. She would never say such things. Then she yelped in pain as the curse continued to claw at her insides. I want to die, she thought, let me die! But the cursing continued to flow within her body, consuming her entire being bit by bit.
It was early morning. The dew shone brightly at the rising sun, and fell off the blades of grass as Nila stepped on and over them. She stood in front of the stream, thinking about the day ahead. She then dipped her nose into the water and drank. As she took a big gulp, something rammed into her side.
“Happy birthday, sis!” one of her older brothers called as he galloped away with a malicious grin. His twin then bumped her other side and followed suit, yelling, “We call first dibs on the berry bush!”
Disgruntled, Nila made her way back to the forest clearing which her family called home. To her it was more of a meeting area.
“Happy first birthday, sweetie!” her mother called as she trotted over, a flowery wreath bouncing around as it hung on her horn. She stopped in front of her daughter and dipped her horn until it touched Nila’s. The wreath slid down both their horns and down her neck until it came to a stop at her shoulders.
“Thanks, mum.”
Her head ached to no end. She was sure it was going to erupt like a volcano; it was so hot and filled with pressure. Her heart rate was unnaturally fast, she was sweating, and her whole body ached too.
She bent down onto her front knees and began to beg for mercy. “Please! Make it stop!”
“No.” the man replied.
“Why!?” she sobbed, and collapsed. Landing with a loud thud on her side, she laid her head on the ground, and then her thoughts drifted again…
Her first breath of fresh air… it was cool and crisp. A soft nudge on her side… warm breath… licking on her head and body. She smiled contently, enjoying the cleaning.
“Your name shall be Nila.” her cleaner said. Nila looked up curiously. “Hello, baby Nila! I’m your mum!” the mare smiled and nickered at the newborn filly. Nila smiled back.
“Nooooo!” she cried. All of her happy thoughts and memories were slipping away. She attempted to curl up, but to no avail. The curse made a final grasp upon her and she screamed, then became silent and still. Her mind was vacant.
“Rise,” the man said, “feed upon the innocent… for it is your cure.”
Her next thoughts were faded. She remembered shrinking into a smaller form, and then…
* * * *
The sweet aroma of blood filled the air, and she felt the redness all over her. Nila looked down and saw the body of a villager. She smiled as she saw him stare at her in fear, crying out in pain. It made her want to eat him entirely…
She dipped her head near the man’s left ear, “You taste lovely, two-legs,” she whispered.
A bloodcurdling scream.
Silence.
(( Hope that wasn't disturbing... o.o ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 3:24 pm
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
SW's name: D'aka
SW's Temper: Ambitious
Prompt Response:
D'aka had never meant for this. In fact, he had really never meant for anything. A demon with no bite, a stallion with no spirit, he had always had every advantage in life, but could care less about it all. His parents had been kind to him, and he had always been physically larger and faster than others: there was nothing he wanted from life. And so he did nothing but waste his days and ignore those who would be his comrades.
Others trained, and learned, and courted, and soon there came a time where he wasn't the toughest. His parents moved on to have more colts, and soon he wasn't the most loved. He had made no friends, but plenty of enemies, and when his dream life suddenly dissolved around him they set about making it worse.
He had tried, he had tried to ask some stunning female (he forgot her name) to be his bride, but mare after mare turned him down. This had been something he could not understand. They rejected him? The great, the strong, the loved D'aka!? Shaking his head in confusion he left the area he had grown up in his entire life. He walked out. He found a person that loved him, too.
Loved him enough to give him a blessing. A blessing that would make him great again. A blessing that would set him back in his rightful place and show all those who overthrew him.
The acrid power swirled and bit his eyes and his lungs turned to stone and he could feel his skin melting melting and the fire, oh gods the fire! and he realised his prior mistake. A sole question crystalized out of his burning mind. WHY?
Why should he have to put up with others and their nagging, ceaseless doubt? Why should he be brought down? Why should he be weak? He would show then all, he would regain his glory, he would rip them to shreads! He had never had it all! Now he had it all!! There were none that could challenge him! There were none that could dethrone him!
Any who tried to stand in his way would fall. Any who tried to rise above him would succum. And any who tried to live... would die.
He would rule.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 3:44 pm
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
SW's name: T'ooch Téix (Roughly "black/coal heart" in Tlingit)
SW's Temper: Contemptuous
Prompt Response:
I never should have let them live.
They were a family of monsters, demons, creatures with no souls who only lived to torment the new life they brought into the world with no regard to what they were doing to their land. Heartless shadows in the form of horses.
My family.
I'd always been different, though I was a perfect copy of the stallion that I called Father. At first I'd tried to fit in, to gain their acceptance, but the more and more I watched them I learned that they disgusted me. Breeding like rabbits when they had no food to share with the young, expecting us to eat our own siblings if they could no longer fend for themselves... They'd even turned on me, as I hit adulthood, for saving one of the youngest in the herd.
Even the foal I'd saved turned and snapped at my heels as I'd fled.
Fled and fled into the forest. Past the mountains that made up my Father's herd until I came upon a clearing. Oh, and it was a majestic sight. Soquili of every kind but my own demonic race frolicing, loving, and sharing all that they had with one another. My heart swelled with a lightness I'd never been granted before as I stepped into the clearing and opened my mouth to introduce myself. I hoped so hard that they'd see me for what I was, a kind soul, and welcome me with open hearts.
And they had seen me for what I was. They saw me as a monster. There was confusion at first, as a single mare screamed. My eyes filled with horror, fright, and then understanding as the stronger members of the herd collected in a group and rushed at me. The same as my family had. I turned and fled again, but I couldn't go the way I had come and didn't know of what else to do. I ran blindly until I could run no longer. Thinking I'd been forgotten, I slumped to the ground and sank into sleep.
Pain flashed suddenly, and I tried to open my eyes. Only one of them would, the other felt sticky and hot. Through the redness of the blood, and the haze of my one good eye, a shining horn and a brilliant white coat reared up before me. It was splattered with blood, and as the body came down a scream escaped. It was me.
As hooves came down upon my head, something deep inside of me broke loose. I don't know what it was, or what happened, but even after struggling to push it back to the depths of my thoughts where it had come from I couldn't shake the anger that was in turn shaking me from limb to limb. It wasn't until the next morning, when my stomach felt heavier than it ever had and I saw the once bright carcass at my side that I knew what had happened.
I was still weeping when a slow voice came to me from the trees. "You are a monster at heart, my child," it sang to me. Slow and deliberate movements came out of the shadows and I saw that it was a two-legger. "A monster you will always be," the strange creature crooned, "but I can make it so no one ever bothers you again." I stood unsteadily and prepared to flee. Something was so wrong... But I couldn't pull myself away and as he continued to speak, I knew he was right. My heart was telling me so. "I can give you a peace like no other can. I can give you the tools to make your family, the small herd in the meadow, even the world respect you." I nodded and stepped closer.
He told me a story of powerful creatures, not quite beast and not quite horse, that demanded respect and were well loved in the land they came from. Kings, he told me. Noble creatures that could change into the form of a new animal when they wanted to dissapear, be safe, from the world. His story enticed me, he asked if I wanted what he was offering. With a slow, uncertain nod, I accepted his gift.
I am having trouble now, remembering what and who I am. None of that matters to me now. Somewhere near I can hear voices and pick up scents that seem strangely familiar to me.
Voices and scents of the very soon to be dead.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:07 pm
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.Quote: Surely, you have been poisoned by this pelt-wearing human! It would be triumphant to take him down with you, but you can hardly see now. The powder has begun to burn you too fiercely to see him, or anything, but a red haze and fleeting memories. You were fascinated at first that he could understand you and speak to you, but your ambassadorship was not long-lived. There are no Skinwalkers in the land you are from - it was dubious enough, the idea of being able to become another animal entirely whenever you chose, but it was intriguing all the same and you had agreed to it! And now you feel like you're going to die. But it may not have been the biggest mistake you've made in your life... It is said that just before death, one's whole life flashes before their eyes... though you may not die after all. What important events go through your mind before you lose them? And what plans do you have when they're gone, and you are a skinwalker?
SW's name: Nebiros
SW's Temper: Death
Prompt Response: (2000 words or less)
He had been fascinated at first, fading into amusement by the entertaining old man. He tilted his head, smiling a grin of pure arrogance. Oh, the old man's proposition proved interesting enough. Enough, that the male was captivated to take it upon himself.
But there would be irreversible, irreconcilable effects from his actions.
Almost immediately,as the dust settled around and upon him, he dropped to his knees, his head throbbing with pain. With every second that passed, the pain was becoming unbearable. The pain that threatened to kill him, until he could no longer aware of anything around him, and spreading to every fiber in his body. Pain burned, in his lungs until he was no longer able to breathe. His entire body was heating up, causing a reaction in the cells. In every core of his body, he could feel that his cells.. no, his body was changing into something else. Something that would eradicate his life as he knew it. 'No..' -- a faint hoarse whisper broke the silence. A new haze was settling over his mind, distorting his view. No longer was the the skies a clear blue, or the grass, a mint green. Everything was becoming stained in blood.
'You b*****d.' The dark pelted soquili snarled while he still could, baring his teeth to rip the old man into shreds. His reply was a toss of the old man's head to the sky, crackling laughter from the old man, a sound that reverberated throughout the soquili's entire body. "Foolish, foolish one. Did you really think that I would let a promising one go?" A cruel laugh, that toyed with the lives of others, causing a shudder to go down his spine. The dust settled over his body, seeming to scald wherever it touched. No spot was left unturned, his whole body caught in a fever that would never die.
He whom had always prided himself on his calculating nature, and ability to think, even in dangerous circumstances. But even so, the bloodlust he kept tight control of was beginning to unfurl. He, even as a full blooded kalona, respected the balance of nature. Honor was in his nature, even if a bit misplaced. To take just enough, and never more. To never kill for the sake of killing, although taunting and hurting was exempt.
He hadn't wanted this. To become a creature of someone else's bidding, with no will or control than to kill. 'I.. can't... not yet.' He staggered against his awakening instincts, to regain control of his mind. There was nothing he held dear in this world, but himself. And the last thing he would do was to lose himself to .. something entirely not of this world.
"Don't fight .. this was what you desired, did you not?" A silken voice penetrated his mind. With a shaken realization, he realized that it was his own voice. It was his voice .. but somebody else. "Give in.. give in to the insanity." The tone was tinted with a desire for pain, to kill, a maddening desire that feared nothing, not even the likelihood of death. It would revel in everything that soquili ignored, feared, and and contribute even worse atrocities onto the world. His eyes widened, contracted until only the merest hint of his pupil could be seen. His life was slipping away, and all he could do was to watch.
His body dropped limply, telling of the original presence's defeat. Then, a new consciousness began to sir, lifting the lifeless body to it's feet. A new air surrounded the stallion, energy coursing throughout his body. The new, and improved stallion took his time to lift his head to the person that had created him. "I'm ready to do your bidding.. master." The voice purred, in a deep tone, reminiscent of the original stallion that had resided. Appearances, or in this case, sound was deceiving. This was not the former stallion, no trace at all remained of him. A new gleam was showing in his eyes instead, the transformation was complete. A new fur pelt had appeared on his back, extending to the tip of his nostril, lining down the expanse of his body. Only his cold eyes, and the smile that played on the edges of his lips were visible to anyone else. A smirk widened over his face, sharing the sharp bite of his teeth. "Done now.. Nebiros?" The old man rasped out, pleased, pleased indeed. His voice, however soft it was, carried such malice, such cruelty that even the life around the old man seemed to wither in his presence. "Indeed.. the one that opposed this body is gone. It is now mines, to enjoy and do as I like." The reply to his comment was once again, laughter, that slowly faded away.
"I starve for blood.." The stallion finally said, turning back to where his creator had been. He was gone, much to the stallion's displeasure, although laughter rumbled in his throat. The audacity of him! Although this would suit him well.. well, indeed to wrought havoc and satisfy the lust that burned inside of him. But the urge to kill would never be diminished.
This, he reflected on, as he stood in a pool of blood, that same night. The scent, the overpowering smell of cold murder, death that mere soquili was not capable of. Corpses laid around his body, lifeless and brutally torn apart and mutilated. The same sight would have broken any other soquili's mind.. but there was only pleasure, exhilarating blood that rushed through Nebiro's body. He couldn't get enough, no.. he was not satisfied yet. Not until everything was gone, stained with despair and darkness. Just like how he was.. the bitterness welled up inside of him, but such an emotion disappeared as soon as it had come. What was important, was no longer there, since Nebiros had destroyed it with his own hands. It was only to be replaced with this dark desire, consuming him until there was nothing left. The only thing visible in the night, was the gleam of his smile as his dark pelted body disappeared into the night's embrace.
Word Count: 1030
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:59 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: Isolde
SW's Temper: Irreverent
Prompt Response: It felt like her skin was sloughing off her skeleton, every hair erect so that the pores could get their screaming done in the open. Her eyes were surely gone, rotting or cracked to let the green yolks of her irises sit sunny-side up while they burned. But her mind was surprisingly clear, more than it had ever been before, and she flexed it against her body's anguish, silently marveling at the change. There was no wading to be done, no fight to find a thought and voice it. Her tongue felt sharp, even though it was forced to compete with the honed teeth that filled her mouth and cut the soft sides when she experimentally moved her jaws. Her horn felt strangely cumbersome by contrast, and a thought flashed past her ruined sight, a memory of how she had scraped it affectionately against another's, an older version of herself. A mother? Perhaps the same maternal figure that had so often stood up for her in spite of her plodding brain, her painfully apparent deficiencies. How she'd stumbled and spoken thickly, shunned for her inept awkwardness, her inability to concentrate enough to even heal a sore. And now, now it was vastly altered, everything feeding into her newly established awareness like a line of men exposing their pale, beating throats to a sacrificial god.
Isolde laughed around the agony, the chosen note deceptively tinkling and easy, and it was not the same as it had been, the kind that stuck in her throat and came out like a bray. Where she'd once bore milk crystal bones and opal-thin prettiness, she was now fleshed with cutting diamonds and cold nova sparks, a creature of strength without inner struggle. There was no sense of loss, no hint of distress. This was the body and the cleverness she should have inherited at birth, the thickness of fur sitting deliciously warm and comfortable across her flanks and neck.
When her vision finally cleared with eyes still intact, the mare considered the empty place that the pelted two-legger had occupied mere moments ago, all chesire-smiles and a reek that was unreal even for someone of his particular species. It had been he who had changed her, refashioned her into whatever keen beast she now resembled. The reminiscence was thankless, the urge to chase him down and rip into his belly pulsing under her skin. Run, run away, it didn't matter, she would find him again. But she did not go yet, and she did not crumple like she might have days, minutes, seconds ago when her thoughts had formed a belated question and the bedeviled man had cast aged dust into her face.
Her tail flipped lazily, absently swatting down a few flies that went for the bloody foam that decorated her muzzle, pondering when her ears angled toward a sound. Something not far off, calling loudly enough to echo, and she was suddenly skulking through the forested area, marsh-green eyes narrowed to rapt slits. She forgot her clumsy hooves, and felt paws press into the soft soil an instant later, the velvety sensation dragging a rumble from her throat as she followed the reverberations to the source.
It was a mare, her head held high and her nostrils flared, the whites of her eyes scouring the scene without catching sight of her mottled blue slink. The prey-language pouring from her was ambiguous, and Isolde made no effort to translate as she scaled up a tree trunk, taking a place above her fretting quarry and sinking her claws into the bark of a branch to wait. She had to be careful of the horn, she knew, grudgingly accepting the one she brandished as an equine was also a rather convenient weapon. When the unicorn lowered her head to sniff at a patch of clovers, she dropped gracefully down, silent as a spectre while she attached hooked teeth to spine and allowed the hot gush of scarlet to prevail over all her other senses. The dying wail that filled her ears was little more than a lullaby, a name she'd heard once in a dream where all the characters had proven useless. And as she dragged her kill down, claws leaving jagged red channels through powdery blue horseflesh, she knew she'd finally come awake.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:02 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: Azzurra
SW's Temper: Deceitful
Prompt Response:
She fell to the ground dizzy and confused. What was happening to her, none of this made any since. As she lay there her breath coming out in pants, memories of her home entered her mind.
The valley hidden deep in the mountains was a beautiful place. Full of soquili of all kinds living together in peace. Azzurra stepped lightly as she headed over to where the young foals were playing by one of the slower moving rivers. Smiling softly as she watched them play she nodded to the mare watching over them. Suddenly one of the foals slipped in the wet grass clinging to the bank and fell hard into the rocky river bottom. “O dear,” Azzurra said going to check on the now crying foal. Looking over the foal she noticed some small cuts on the foals legs. Leaning down she gently brushed her horn against the foals legs healing the cuts.
The memory blurred and faded away as she begin to recover from the powder. Standing shakily she looked around confused. “Who, where?” She started to wander away from where she was. As she walked she tried to remember anything but her mind was completely blank. She paused as she heard laughter coming from up ahead. Slowly creeping forward she regarded the foals that where reveled by a break in the tree branches. A low growl escaped her throat and hooves became paws as a rather large cat lunged forward towards the foals.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:42 pm
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
SW's name: Ulenahida((means Lost in Cherokee))
SW's Temper: Aberrant ((works for both before and after convenient =D))
Prompt Response:
Ulenahida was never the same as his sibling, they were so aggressive and twisted and he was not. While his siblings would torture their prey, he would simply eat it. And if confronted by another breed of soquili his sibling would act as they had been told and attack. Where as Ulenahida would simply ignore them. His mother was ashamed of his lack in aggression and malice. Why his father was known to even other kalona to be a volcano ready to erupt at the slightest falling of a leaf or whisper shared among stained ears! Ulenahida’s father acted like he didn’t even exist and after awhile even his sibling gave him a new name “ Ulenahida Nigvnisisgv.” Meaning Lost Cause. Why did they hate him so? He did not forsake their other rules, family is all that matters, two legs are never to be trusted, and kalona were the most pure in blood and most powerful breed of them all. Did they think him worthless for not using his strength or was there something more he failed to see?
Yes, this was the memories he wished he could hold on to. These visions of the past is what decided his future with this burning death, at least death is what he thought lied ahead. Why had he forsaken one of the rules?! Pelt wearing or not, humans were not to be trusted! Yet his herd had never said anything of humans that could speak their language. Nor had they ever told him of being that would promise power, power his father didn’t posses, powers that would let him prove to his family that he was worthy of the breed kalona! It had been the human’s trickery and his own desperation that lead to this moment, everything began to fade as the red haze grew stronger in his eyes.
Ulenahida’s father had enough of his son’s timidness. His son was a mockery of the family name, how his son lived with himself he never knew. A puny wind foal could pick on Ulenahida and he never reacted he would simply walk away. Ulenahida was approaching adult hood and still had not changed his way. This day Donovan had decided his son would toughen up or be lost to them! Ulenahida was woken with a sharp kick and a bark of his name. He blinked at his father’s angered face and hurried to his hooves. What fresh hell was this?
“Come with me!” Donovan barked before turning to run his massive bat like wings hurling him into the air with great force.
Ulenahida followed silently for what seemed like hours. What had his father planned for him? There was something to this. Donovan never gave him the time of day much less a meaningless stretching of the wings. It wasn’t long after that thought, that they landed in a clearing, but they weren’t alone. A few Kalona took a break from what seemed to be heated debates to look at Ulenahida and his father. “Where are we?”
“A sparring ground.” Donovan said turning and slamming his face into Ulenahida. “Listen and listen well, you will fight someone here! You have two options, your first is, win the match and come home with me as my honored son. Your second is too loose, and if you do, you can die for all I care. You are far too timid and weak to belong in my herd as you are now. I want a demon not a p***y willow ” Donovan walked off to find an opponent leaving Ulenahida to his thoughts. He had never fought anyone in his life! He could hunt and kill, but that did not make him a fighter! What could Ulenahida do, but fight? He didn’t want to be kicked out of his herd no matter how they treated him! They were blood, did that count for nothing now?! Ulenahida couldn’t remember much from the rest of the day, save the taste of blood, dirt, and shame. He had been beaten till he couldn’t stand the burning image left in his mind, was that of his father standing over him with disgust on his face.
“You’re worthless to our kind.” Donovan said spitting at the ground near Ulenahida. “I’ll kill you if I see you near the herd again.” With that Ulenahida was left alone to rot. Would this be the last thing Ulenahida would think of as he left this world?
”Wake up dark demon, for you are not dead. These visions of the past are just clouding your head. Fear not for soon they will be forgotten and gone. Much like your enemies we have slain on this bloody dawn. Wake now demon and see that the pelted human did not lie. Thanks to him you will never be left again to die.”
Drip, drip, drip, the sound repeated as an echo in Ulenahida’s ear. His eyes opened revealing vision that was a blurry and stained with red. His whole body ached, what had happened? Had he simply blacked out? How long had he been out? Was he still yet to die of the human’s poison or was he dead already? Even though he hurt, he felt alive, more alive then he had ever felt in his life. He also felt a warm wetness on his face and legs as well as a new weight seemed to bare down upon his back.
“You’ve betrayed me!” A weak voice stuttered into Ulenahida’s ear.
Ulenahida’s vision suddenly returned and he stood over his father drenched in blood. What had happened? How did he come here? He hadn’t even known of his father’s herd location.
“You’ve betrayed us all!” Donovan yelled spitting blood into Ulenahida face.
Ulenahida looked around his mother laid dead and blood trails seemed to betrayed fleeing hooves. For a moment horror began to take over him, but a voice first a whisper then very distinct spoke to him. “You owe them nothing! He left you for dead! They all hated you and wanted you dead! They are the ones that wanted a demon from you! Let us give them what they always asked for. !!!” Rage like nothing he had ever felt over took him, he felt himself laugh, but it didn’t sound like him.
“No Father! I am finally the demon you always wanted me to be!! AREN’T YOU HAPPY! Let me correct you on something Donovan! IT WAS YOU THAT BETRAYED ME!!!” With that Ulenahida gave the last blow to his father’s neck. The ripping of flesh echoed in his ears as a river of blood drenched Ulenahida once more. A fever seemed to creep around Ulenahida quickly fading into darkness, he would never remember this night or his family again.
((Used an online text counter so I hope it counted right))
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 7:46 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: Asharu
SW's Temper: Ravener
Prompt Response: (2000 words or less)
(A little info before I begin. The name and temper are from Demon: The Fallen, a white wolf games book. The name is the house of angels that were protectors and healers of humans, those that fell became the Scourge, the healing powers twisted so that they caused pain instead. The temper is the name of the demon faction that think humanity is lost and should just be destroyed, that everything in creation should be destroyed. I thought it was a fitting temper.)
The Scourge
The mare was looking at the stars again, the moon lit the sky just right to give it a soft look. Though, now it was hidden behind clouds, giving the stars their chance to shine. She closed her eyes, turning her head this way and that to let the starlight glint off her horn. The only symbol of her heritage, he horn.
She opened her eyes and looked back to the cave where the old man sat. He was a shaman of some sort that she had come upon earlier. She'd been amused to watch him trying to perform his magics and wonders, the colored clouds still hanging in the air above him. When he'd burnt himself, she'd healed him with her horn....letting herself show off her own magics. She hadn't understood his words, but she could tell he was thankful.
Now, he seemed to be quiet, meditating maybe. She'd stood watching him, curious as to what he was doing. After awhile, the sun had set and she'd wandered out to gaze at the stars. She turned her attention to them again, then gasped. There was a man further down the road. He was leaning against a rock and seemed to be injured. The mare glanced at the old man once, then took off down the path carefully toward the other man.
He was strange looking, she could see as she got closer. He wore animal skins, and has an odd stench about him. It was stale and rotted, possibly from the animals...or his injury. He smelled a little like death. He smiled widely as she approached. "Ahhh, there you are. The hidden healer. The watchful stargazer. Galena."
She stepped back, he knew her name..knew her. Somehow, she could understand him. "How...how do you know me?"
"I've come looking for you. To make a great offer," the man told her, standing up straight. He wasn't injured at all. He'd been faking to lure her to him. "Galena, my name is Usgasetityu Oyohusa, I am a great shaman. That is why you can understand me. I have wonders to show you, and an offer that will put your horn to great use."
"Wha...what do you mean?" She asked, her eyes widening as the moon came out from behind the clouds. The man was more sinister in appearance in the moonlight. "My horn?"
"Yes...I have a powder here that will let you take the form of a cat, whose pelt is covered in the stars you love so much," the dark shaman held up a small bag to show her. "With this form, you will be able to travel to a place that needs your attention greatly."
"A star pelted cat...?" Galena tilted her head, then nodded. "If they need my help, they need it...."
Before she had finished her sentence, Oyohusa had blown the powder into her face. The vile dust filled her mouth and nostrils, gummed in her eyes. She tossed her head back and forth, trying to rid herself of the taste and the stinging.
Then the pain began, bringing her to the ground. She kicked and writhed, what had he done to her. She was going to die. A thought flashed through her mind, if she was going to die...she was going to take this man with her. She opened her eyes, finding them cleared. She could breath....and smell the night.
She stood, baring her fangs. The man was gone. She could put him in pain, hear his screams. She looked up, catching the smell of something else. There was another man close by. He'd do. He'd do just fine.
She turned, stalking up the path quietly. The dark shaman, his strange and painful powder, and everything she had been was forgotten. The only thing left to her was this man she set her green eyes on. His blood pounding in her ears. She would tear him apart...then heal his wounds...and tear him apart again. She would use that vile power she had, the healing...but she would use it for pain. Opening old wounds, watching him bleed.
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Hours after she'd spent time torturing the old man, healing his wounds only to change the flow of her ability to watch them open again, she stood on cliff side looking down on a land she had not been too. She could see the cooking fires coming from the dwellings, hear the sounds of animals in the distance that carried to her. They were nothing short of vermin for extermination. All of them...all that they owned. She would tear it all asunder.
The screams she would soon hear echoed like music in her mind, joining the screams that still echoed from her earlier victim. She flicked her head, looking up at the stars she once loved. She would bring them crashing down upon the world, if she could. The thought amused her, as she slid easily back into the cat form. The starry pelt making it easy for her to hide against the sky as she stalked down toward this new land that would soon be wrought with her destruction.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 7:57 pm
There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
SW's name: Crnobog - Slavic name meaning Black God
SW's Temper: Fury - After cursing he is in a perpetual mindless rage in his "normal" form due to the mix of violent and evil Kalona blood and the corpse powder. Morphing into the wolf, his Kalona blood is subdued and it gives him clarity of mind, allowing him to think.
Prompt Response:
Laughter spilled forth from three hungry mouths as two took off into the sky. Crnobog hurried along the ground, heading towards the injured and frightened Kalona mare who ran from them. She was small. Tiny. He remember her well. His last meal. His last criminal. She had killed a foal and mother while the father was away. Hearing the screams his brothers and he acted fast to bring her down. To punish her. This was his life. His passion. Abandoned as a child by a murderous mother, he made it his mission to bring down those of his breed who were ruthless. They were Kalona. Proud and strong! Not mindless killing machines. His “brothers”, two stallions of mixed heritage, both held a Kalona appearance and, in their depression, sought each other out to find acceptance. Under Crnobog‘s leadership, they worked and brought justice to many a innocent.
His body jerked and he yelled out in pain as the mare did, in his memory. His body was on fire, engulfed in the eternal flames of damnation. Was this punishment? Damn that two legger! He had lied! He was meant to have more power to be able to hunt the damnable villains. The animal form promised to him, where was it!? He did not deserve punishment, he punished! Another jerk as the fire licked at his soul. “Damn You!” He screamed. The anger and fear surged him as the eyes of that last mare burned deep into his soul and then…floated away like the ashes. His body jerked again, his mind flashed. A sigh?
“Boys, really, you shouldn’t be doing this. I know you need to eat but…your being just as wicked as those you kill. They could have families. Perhaps they were starved? Or hurt in some way. You never ask their story.” The mare, innocent and beautiful, who had raised him. Her eyes, oh, he remembered them so well. Full of sadness and confusion at their chosen…profession. She stood, as she often did, in the clearing he called home, they all called home.. She had been so worried about them. Fearing the wrath of the gods, she wished only for their safety. For their happiness. How he had been so stupid.
“Mother, it shall be fine. We are punishing those of our breed who hurt the innocent., like Father’s parents.” He nuzzled her softly. Happy to have her concern. To have someone who wished him and his brothers well. If only she wouldn’t give him such sad looks. If only she would understand he was a saint. Thousands, if not more, were saved because of him. Don’t look at me like this, mother, please, I’m trying my best to do good. Good…
Good god, this was hell wasn’t it? Laughter. Hell certainly. I’m sorry…who? Who was he sorry to? The memory was burning away in the flames. Moving through his memory, back faster and faster. Desperately he tried to grab at them, keep them with him. Her name…her face…who was she? Eyes…terrified eyes, sad eyes. All that remained. And all the while the pain continued, burning deeper and deeper, leaving only ashes behind. Let it end, let it all end…it was to much, to horrible…mommy…mommy….
“Mommy wait!” Small and confused, he had chased his mother as far as he could. She moved quickly through the forests that day. Faster then normal. He knew something was not right. When she had stopped, or rather when he caught up to her, he panted. “Mommy!” Why didn’t she stop? Why didn’t she turn around?
“You horrid child, leave me be! You are well fed enough to catch your first meal. Now leave!” She had turned then. The disgust and loathing was so plain in her eyes his body shook. She had taken to the sky then. While, as he got older, his new mother pointed out she must have cared for him, to leave him unscathed, the wounds in his heart were deep and not easily healed. He had vowed hatred upon the Kalona who, like his mother, did not live in peace with those of their own or other species upon fault of their own.
A dark, feral snarl and then nothing. The fire that had consumed him, the hell he had been through, the fear and danger…Nothing. Memories, long since embedded within him were no more. Only one thing remained. The hunger. And the eyes…
He moved along the darkened pathways, eyes never moving from their intense, forward position. His ears, lowered, his eyes, narrow. A movement, a rabbit darting across the path, went unacknowledged. He had bigger prey. His body craved the sweet meat of something large, firm, lean. And soon enough the smell was there. Large, as big as him if not larger. It was young, as well. In its prime. The best. His body, with no command from his useless brain, shifted. The pelt covered him and his body shrunk. Now the size of a large wolf his mind flooded with thought, planning and seeing the world around him like he could not before. Taking off he ran, darting through the forest. Northwest. Eastern clearing, the southern most tree. His mind, already forming an attack plan, his body, carrying him ever closer to his destination.
The smell of fresh, pulsing blood quickened his pulse and his eyes narrowed, ears perking and mouth opening to absorb a much of the smell as he could. He shivered before freezing. Eyes zeroed in on their target, a fully grown stallion Cerynei, marking his turf with his impressive horns. The hidden monster froze and shifted. Body growing to normal proportions, the pelt shrinking, his massive wings unfurled from his sides and spread. The mind that had led him there, and the plans, all vanished. His eyes turned crazed as a snarl distorted his face and alerted the stallion.
Shooting forward like the shadows that danced in the pale light, he collided with the stallion before he knew what was going on. A scream as his teeth tore into the foreleg, ripping the sweet flesh. A snarl and another rip. The blood oozed and, as his teeth sank into the pulsing jugular, coated his face. Mindlessly and savagely he tore piece by piece, enjoying the last dieing gurgles and last jerks of the dieing body. Laughter erupted as he tore piece by piece, more and more of the succulent nutrients.
But as the heat and blood ran cold he felt no need to continue eating. The thrill was gone. The driving force, quieted. But he was still so hungry. As he turned to leave he paused to look over the carcass and froze. The eyes. Lowering his head he plucked each eye and carefully placed each one on a spike located at the base of his wings. A Cheshire grin spread across his face as his insanity deepened. Turning he left the cold corpse behind and moved on to find his next target.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 9:38 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: Caraphina
SW's Temper: Crazed
Prompt Response:
Whining, whining could be heard from a short distance from the thrashing, ‘dieing’ body. What was wrong with it? It was unknown to anyone who was in hearing distance, as as soon as they heard the noise they stayed clear, trying to block the sound from their minds. The sound of something that had family and friends. Who had feelings and memories. That something who used to have a future…
Caraphina clung to the ground in pain. Though she had pushed the feeling to the back of her mind her muscles still jumped and withered in it. Her foggy green eyes tried to look to the man who had done this, but she could no longer open them, and slowly a mist started to churn in her eyelids. The crimson mist started to swell and take over her body, everything drifted off as if in sleep. Memories started to seep into the mist, mixing round and round trying to sort itself out.
‘Am I dieing?’ Caraphina was asking herself. Your life was to flash before your own eyes when you were dieing, and maybe that was what was happening. It would be good to die now, though nothing Caraphina had done seemed to help the world in a good way she hadn’t done anything terribly wrong either. She had nothing she could look back to and say ‘I hated myself for that.’ Or at least she couldn’t think of any.
Caraphina’s eyes fluttered open. What had just happened had that all just been a dream, a horrid life crushing nightmare?
‘No it was real… Nothing like that couldn’t be.’ As soon as she made that connection her body just started to move, she was watching a memory from her own eyes and had no control of her body. She remembered this day clearly. Today she was going to go walk off into the forest along the mountains, her home. Today was the day she saw death.
Caraphina walked at a slow pace along a path that she has traveled many times before. Her misty eyes dazed as she daydreamed about her own future She wanted to be a great Soquili one day, helping others and healing others with her horn, the only proof she had heritage of a unicorn. Hopefully that would happen. That’s when her eyes would snap to the cat like creature standing over another Soquili, if you could even call it that anymore. The cats light face was drenched in blood, the crimson liquid dripped off its face as it looked up. It’s yellow eyes sharpened and it gave a smirk and a twisted laugh. It circled Caraphina’s fallen kind and seemed to pride itself over it, to be… In love with it.
Caraphina did not know what to do, she did not know of what was in front of her and she didn’t think she could stand up to it. She could only turn tail and run. Run as fast as her light blue hoofs would carry her. She ran as far as you could imagine. The cat did not give chase, it sat near its passion, clearly gleeful about the fear it has stricken into the Soquilis eyes.
‘Aren’t I just great?’ Caraphina growled at herself. Tears tracks had stained her face two hours after the unspeakable thing she had seen. Her dreams had just been crushed about what she had done. ‘How will I ever be great if I do things like that! Turn tail and run!?’ She huffed at herself.
The sounds started to fade away, then the color, then all that was left was the eddying mist. Churning and turning again and again. ‘Is, is that all I get to see?’ Caraphina whined, would she not see her friends or family before this completely killed her? Caraphina was dieing, right there on the ground, her immaculate coat turned brown and muddy, her eyes shut tight, and her breathing was shallow and strenuous. Caraphina would not wake up from this she would die there. All her work after that day in the forest, all her feelings that went towards her close friends, all the love she had put into her family would die along with her. Yet… Something was still there…
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‘Wake up!’ The old man growled at the cat on the ground. Its eyes finally broke open to look right up to the man. A growl erupted from its throat.
‘What the hell do you want!?’ This she-cat knew nothing about the world. She did not know how she came to be here on this path, or how she came to this life. Everything was blank, a clean slate. The only thing she knew is that she wanted what was standing in front of her, and what was all around her.
The man took a step back, quite aware of the power the beast in front of him carried. ‘Caraphina…’ The femme gave him an odd look. ‘That is your name my dear. And I have created you.’
‘So?’ She got up, her legs quaky and she knew she couldn’t run, run? Was that the word? Did any of the words said before make sense?
‘So you shall not kill me. You will turn and run after every other living thing and kill them the way you like,’ Caraphina huffed. Fine whatever. But what did kill mean?
The man stood where he was and explained in the simplest way what she was. She was a half-unicorn turned skinwalker. She was meant to heal and turned to kill. She was a Soquili, yet a cat at the same time. ‘Leave now.’ Another growl but the female turned and left, her tail hung behind.
She needed to learn about the world all over again. She would start watching her prey more carefully then others starting with the unicorns. Yes they would carry sweet, sweet blood and can teach her many of the things she can no longer remember. She gave a smirk as her plans came her blank mind and then a twisted laugh to churn with the wind. She, this... Caraphina, was new to the world. Her future contained nothing, nor did the past, but she knew what she wanted and she was going to ******** get it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 9:40 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: Ashling
SW's Temper: Demented
Prompt Response:
On this night, when the moon was covered in clouds and only appeared when a harsh wind blew, Ashling had an inkling that something miraculous yet horrifying was going to happen. Her horn, a beacon of light when the moon chose to show her face, guided her through the shadows that threatened to consume her. These shadows made her wary, for whatever came from them must be evil. Every noise, every movement made her stomach lurch and her heart beat to increase. Ashling had never been a nervous creature, but something about this dark night was causing this reaction. Stopping her stride, Ashling turned her head up to the lady that constantly watched over them all, and the clouds dispersed if only for a moment so that her peridot colored gaze could stare at her for but a moment, before the clouds once again covered her watching face. Her thoughts then traveled to the ever distant, and never seen, mountains where her mother still resided, and with her thoughts came a saying that she had often heard her mother say. When you hold suspicion and doubt in your heart, deep in your very soul, just look to mother moon and she will guide you. Her mother’s blinding smile would always get her spirits up.
Taking a deep breath and letting the smile fall from her face, Ashling removed her gaze from the clouds above and continued her walk, her thoughts still circling what her mother had told her. But what if mother moon was covered, how would she be able to guide me anywhere? It caused the doubt that she had been trying to stifle to seemingly crawl up her back, making her hair stand on end. Already she doubted what her wise mother had told her, and the feeling that she had been feeling all throughout the day as she watched the clouds come and cover the sky, it came to Ashling only this time it brought a name. Fear. Fear gripped at her, trying to over take her just as the shadows had been trying to do all through this night.
From the shadows a figure appeared, holding a pouch that seemed sinister in its own right. The sudden appearance of this stranger caused Ashling to take some quick steps back and to quickly try and calm her erratic heartbeat. A two-legger stood before her, blending with the shadows and wearing strange garments that only a two-legger would wear, or ever want to wear.
“Hello, little one.” The stranger called to her, its deep velvety voice carried over to her through the wind. Ashling let a look of wonder appear on her face. It spoke to her, and the astounding thing was that she could understand it.
“Who are you?” She asked her voice strong and commanding. Surely if she could understand this person, it would be able to understand her. She would not show fear to this two legger but all the while she felt excitement curl inside her belly, replacing any doubt or fear that she had held before.
“I am Oyohusa, a friend if you will. I am merely a gracious friend that has decided to offer you a gift that will change your life forever, in ways you never dreamed.”
What such gift could he offer her? Something that went farther beyond even that of her dreams? Surely nothing like that existed, but the offer rang in her head from the moment this 'friend' spoke of it. What could it be? Truly, something that could change her entire life? It seemed impossible, magnificent, and she desperately wanted to know more.
“What is this gift you are offering to me? How could it change my life?” She inquired. The more she thought of it, the better his offer seemed to be getting. Light filtered down from the heavens as the moon was uncovered, but Ashling could not bring herself to look upon her pale face. This stranger was far to interesting and held her captivated.
“In many ways it can change your very existence, but you will never know of what I speak until you try it for yourself.” The stranger held out his hand, probably for her to move closer to him Curiosity overwhelmed her, and she moved forward, putting her snout close to his out stretched hand.
What happened next became a blur, and even Ashling wasn’t sure what happened. Within seconds the stranger had bounded over to her and poured whatever had been in the pouch over her body. That was a detail she knew for sure, but what happened next sent her mind into overdrive. Her eyes widened as she looked over her back, to see a light grey powder seemingly sinking into her coat, into her skin, into her soul. Then the pain came. It swept over her body, burning her from the inside out, inside in. She didn’t know. All that Ashling's mind could process was that she was in pain, and she wanted it to stop. She fell to her front knees, her legs giving out, and with another wave of pain, she sprang forward, nearly crashing horn first into a tree. A growl began in her throat, feeling like it was being dragged from her mouth. The stranger watched the transformation taking place, and a large, maniacal smile covered its face before the figure faded into the ever present shadows.
It felt like days, months, years even before the pain began to recede. Ashling let another growl escape, shocking, but something to become accustomed to. With the pain gone, her thoughts began to clear, and she stepped away from the tree. The world seemed different, but it also appeared normal, although a bit more red in color. Craning her neck side to side, she felt the muscles loosen and then shook her body, causing her pelt to settle more comfortably upon her back. A free yet chilling smile came upon her face.
The world seemed peaceful and inside Ashling’s soul the darkness grew. The need for chaos and the overcoming need to want to destroy settled upon her, and her smile became a smirk. Blood would run and form into rivers, and she would take pleasure in bathing in those rivers. The light that was once upon her quickly dispersed, letting the shadows cover her, the smirk still present on her face. Green sinister eyes glowed in the darkness as she let the change begin, turning into the animal she had become. I am what you fear at night, I am the one who calls to you. If you think yourself fearless, then come, and you'll know what real fear is.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:25 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: Istas
SW's Temper: Cold
Prompt Response:
She began the transformation.. She had made a deal with the devil, and she felt no emotion towards it.She could feel pain, but her mind only bared it. Just as she had taken all the abuse the two-legger brought to her. Her thoughts began to twirl, her life was flashing before her eyes.. Did she make a mistake.? Did their bargin equal death? She could remember her parents, how she was as a child. She was so happy, such a free spirit. She loved to be around company, meet new Soq, even two-leggers. Even though Istas's parents had told her to stay away from them.. You never know what their real intentions were sometimes, they'd say. Funny how that ended up. She grew up, a young mare, full of hope and promise. However, that all change one day. She was taken, captured, out of her own free will. She grew up only in happiness, how could something like this happen to her?
This two-legger was exactly what her parents warned her about. He was mad, insulting, and beat her whenever he pleased. Istas was so scared, how could a man like this live in her world.. In her reality. He made her do things she didn't want to do, made her try to breed. But the other Soq he some how enslaved seemed to be as scared as she was. And things never seemed to get that far. It didn't matter though. Her preseption of life had changed! Terrified all the time was something someone should never be. Then, the incident happened...
The two-legger again, began to handle Itas in an offensive manner. She couldn't take it anymore! She began to pull back, try to get away from him. She was stronger then he was, but he still seemed to take control over her. She couldn't take it! She began to become angry, then it happened! In a second, her horn became imbedded in the mans chest! She didn't even know how it happened, it just did! Her anger and frustraction turned into more terror and confusion! A pure breed like a uni.. Killing? Even though it was an accident, it was unspeakable! Her family would never look at her the same way, even if it was a mishap.
She looked around, not knowing what to do and ran! She didn't look back, to what her life was, what it had become. And now, her life was about to change even more. The metamorphosis was done. A cats pelt covered her blue pelt in a more blue, that of snow. She felt cold, emotionless.. With a need to KILL.. She looked around with a glare. Her family wouldn't miss her, they probably hadn't even went to look for her while she was missing. She was full of despise and betrayal. After one kill, they were all the same. She felt the urge to attack, and taunt unsuspecting creatures... She craved to be anything but PURE. A smirk appeared on her face as she heard the foot steps of another near by. Time to stalk prey..
She let out a quiet devilish laugh, and went on to her hunting. She was completely changed now. On to her new life. She would never be afraid anymore. Istas would never let anyone take advantage of her, as the two-legger did. Now others were terrified of her! She felt no pain for losing her past, her old self. She never wanted to go back to that self again. She would make a new life for herself. Creatures beware, here comes Istas...
"Thank you for this blessing." She smirked.
<3
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 10:32 pm
Every light casts a shadow...
SW's name: A-ya
SW's Temper: Bestial
Prompt Response:
Sharp fiery pain, burning all the parts of the blue mare’s body. Darkness over took her, while her body suffered with the convulsions and the invisible flames. So this is what it is like to die. Everything was covered in a black haze, nothing lucid. Then out of the abyss, a blinding white light.
“A-ya! Be careful with that! If you dig it up wrong, then the healing properties of the herb will have no affect.”
“Yes Mother. But why do I need to know about herbs and their usages if I can use my horn to heal?” a mare the color of sky asked her mother who gave a small smile.
“You are my daughter after all. I asked the same question and was given the same response that I am about to give you,” her tone took on that of a lecture, “Herbs have hidden capabilities, that can both sooth and heal. While your horn can’t save the dying, herbs can help calm the poor soul, so his or her journey into the after life is not as painful. Now get me some willow bark and tell me what it’s healing property is.”
A-ya pondered her mother’s response as she walked to the hanging willow that shaded the crystal clear river. With her hoof she scratched off the soft bark, then bent down and placed it in her mouth; face contorting from the bitter taste. A-ya placed the bark at her mothers hooves.
“Willow bark is bitter, and best mixed with water. When drank it helps relieve the pain one feels.” She replied, with the taste still lingering in her mouth. “Mother, in what ways does healing not work, I know that it does not prevent death, and only herbs do?”
“Daughter, that is for you to decide. You know what herbs are used to heal and what herbs are used to take life. As those were before you, you are trained in the art of healing with her horn, a most innocent and pure power.”
The happy memory clouded, and then soon disappeared into smoke. Others flashed by, then they to disappeared for ever. With great pain, came her latest memory, covered in shadows.
A two-legger walked out from the dark forest. The night had only fallen a few hours ago, but the stars shown brightly in the moonless sky. His appearance interested the mare, he walked with a confidence, not the timid reactions that many humans show to her kind. Her stance showed that she was on guard, but also curious. The man stopped, “I am Oyohusa.” He spoke in the same tongue as A-ya, which startled her, “I am here to offer you an ability so extraordinary, that it will change your life forever.”
“What is this ability?” her voice was confident, but she was still unsure about the man.
“To become an animal other than what you are.”
His words sunk in as rocks do to a pound in A-ya’s mind, what an amazing ability to have, it could be useful in the future.
“Do you have an answer for me?”
“I have my answer,” A-ya turned to look at the dark mountains that rested behind her, “I accept your offer.”
The man smiled, for that is what it seemed like, but it was hard to tell in the light of the night. With brisk steps, Oyohusa neared the blue mare. A slight flick of the wrist and he revealed a pouch, containing what, A-ya did not know. He then proceeded to dump the contents of the bag onto the mare, coating her in powder.
Burning sensations resounded through her body, filling her with intense agony and then blackness. The pain disappeared and the urge to killed replaced any other thought. Her lips turned up in a snarl, the world was too perfect, with all its living creatures. And she knew the perfect way to change that. With no living creature near by, she took out her wrath on a tree. Pitiful, but it created results that were pleasing her to.
Using her once innocent and pure horn that had healed many, she touched a tree. Soon as if a disease ate it from the inside, the tree crumpled and all that was left was dried up dead bark.
Her laugh was bitter, lacking any humor. Innocent power once used to heal, now caused blight and malady. Enjoying her new skill, A-ya could not wait to test it on a living creature. She walked through the night, looking for her prey.
“And the world drowned in blood.”
((if the horn usage is wrong, I can change it if it causes any problems. Thanks.))
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