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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 1:43 pm
Adult Prompt Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father? Life had its fun... The taste of it was certainly something he could enjoy, though naturally, not always his own! Other's Life always tasted so sweet to his tongue, sometimes a mellow, subdued taste that left the stallion dubbed Oyo-Ule'Ehisdsv calmed and pacated. Sometimes the Life was strong, struggling and so very very sweet, leaving him on a high for days. Yes... He liked that Life most of all. It was most prominant in the young, a Life that was so full of potential and bursting with energy, and a lot of the time in those last seconds of their Life, fear. Aah, fear. In its own right it was a succulent treat for the stallion. Death and Pain. Like his name sakes, the stallion Oyo-Ule'Ehisdsv was an inevitable, the unstoppable. When he chose his prey, there was no way there was going to be a change to his plans what he'd set them.
Perhaps it was something to do with contradictions that made him so determined in his choices and the follow-through of those plans. His image simply screamed innocence. White and pink? Hardly a colour combination for something spawned from plain evil. Then again, had his mother not been just as seemingly innocent? Maybe that was what made him so hard to judge on first glance. Sure, his fangs where one thing, and his dark, evil, coniving look another indication to the true persuit, but his voice, born of silky textures and the desire to charm before that Life is so hastily taken... Aah, Sweet Deception. That black was what gave him away. Black markings to contractict what could once have been innocent. The young, so maleable, like water. It would take the shape of the situation it found itself in. Oyo-Ule'Ehisdsv was no different. He was like water, blood tainted water that had been stuck into a relationship as turbulent as the fast flowing rivers that boiled with the hate of tribes at war. He had been to many Tribe wars, sat back and watched the Life lost. He had no hand in the massacres, but his presence was enough. He enjoyed the tastes on the air, even if he was not the cause.
Death and Pain. Brothers in Arms. His needs and his desires, all drawn together in those two words. Whatever the Life, he would take it. Which lead him to his current position. Black patterned wings had him soaring, eyes watching for his prey. He saw it, a clear, blood red beacon to him, calling his name. Death and Pain. Blood and Anguish. He was it all, he was one with the very pains of life. All from those turbulent waters his childhood had been contained within. One pink tainted not-so-innocent. One black, twisted master. Unlike his father, one Plague, Oyo-Ule'Ehisdsv feed on Life for the fun, Plague feeding to aliviate pain and torment. That Life, hot, red and coursing with power. His tongue flickered out to lick dry lips when something stopped him, a powerful back peddle of wings forcing his large body to remain hovering above canopies of green. Something was down there... Something familiar. Wings folded, and the large stallion plummeted. It looked almost dangerous, the freefall the stallion opted on. He spun, almost like he was out of control. The wings snapped open again before he hit the green sea, and he shot through, pulling up in a flash of white, pink and condescending black.
There she stood, startled by his sudden appearance though recovering quickly into a glare. All innocent pink and white, candy coloured accessories offsetting fangs and a fierce glare. What a fool one would be to ignore those eyes, full of hatred. She had never loved her children the way a mother should. They were the result of turbulent waters, a fierce encounter with a blood-thirsty creature who's tendancies to the Life-taking had manifested itself in this foal, this spawn.
"Such an inspiration for the ways that I would never choose to follow..." He murmured, empty eyes gazing over the one who had birthed him. Black... Always black... The voice of a charmer, the heart of a killer, one of his Life-givers had once commented. He had smiled at her and promptly ended her chatter. Fond memories of the Life. And here stood one that should have loved him, should have cared. He smiled, a strangely genuine smile that belied an increasing desire for the Life. "Mother, dearest. We meet? Why so silent? Do I repulse you with my smiles? Am I disgusting to you?" He looked down at his front, tainted by the Life of others, those he had met, stalked, killed. She looked away from him, and Oyo-Ule'Ehisdsv frowned, empty eyes narrowing at her. "Ahhh. I see." He murmured when she attempted to ignore him.
"Shame. I never blamed you, you realise." He twitched expansive wings. His mane ruffled with the breeze that snaked through the trees, like the ghosts that followed him, prying at his mind. "It is my father, you see, that has created me." Her eyes divulged and she stared openly at him, and Oyo-Ule'Ehisdsv smiled. "Ahhh, you hated us so much. The spawn of such hatred, right? Of course, how could you love your children? So you left us with Insanity himself. He taught me the Hunt, the tastes of Life." He reflected a moment, empty eyes become somehow darker. Death and Pain. "Come, mother." He suddenly said, eyes returning to her. "Talk with me. I fly to hunt, my prey within my sights, her blood coloured Life beckons me, but I divulge to see you. Surely you can say but one thing?" She glared at him, and the stirrings of anger rose in her son's chest. Empty black eyes seemed to come alive with fire.
"Not one, small, insignifcant thing? Not even an 'I love you'?" He sneered, revealing blood tainted fangs. "Shame." And with that, his wings snapped open and a huge drag taken that lifted him high, powering up into the sky. Aah, Blood and Anguish. Death and Pain. His only family in this world.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 2:11 pm
Foal Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts? Arganth walked, silently, besides her father, her head low. He was always reminding her of how she was... HIS... tool, his object, she belonged to him, so on... Maybe her mother would be better. She hoped so. She fell back, letting the hate blaze in her eyes for a moment, then she dropped her head, going back to her submissive stance to avoid him seeing how much she hated him. She wouldn't risk his anger, not now... she didn't need that. Her young wings fluttered some as she moved. Her father spoke, telling her that this was her mother. She looks up, letting the hope blaze in her eyes that her mother would take her, free her from this... male... that was her father. In moments, her young hopes where dashed as her mother snarls, and then attacks! Arganth drops, trying to be a smaller target, her eyes wide and tears spilling. Plague steps in, and stops Diabetia, but... Arganth doesn't care. Her father treats her as a thing, her mother hates her. What good is she? She must be a failure. While her father deals with her mother, Arganth wipes the tears on her leg, then stands, hate blazing in her eyes. She silently swears never to cry, never to hope, and never to believe in anything or anyone save HERSELF again. She also begins to plot how to get free. Yes, she was a bit young to be on her own, but who cares? She would manage, she had hate enough to do what she needed to survive. She would not let her father control her, and since her mother clearly wouldn't save her... She had to do it herself. She was, of course, at some level, doing all this to hide the pain in her heart at how her parents treated her. It was eating her inside, but if she hated enough, if she planned enough... She knew she'd get past it and not hurt anymore. As her father leads her off again, she plans, silently. She also planned for when she was an adult. She'd come back THEN. She'd show her mother what a fool she was for pushing her daughter away, and her father that she was no tool! She'd prove she was just as strong, or stronger, because her mixed blood would make her better. They'd see. They'd ALL see. Her sibliings too! They'd see she was better then all of them, the strongest Soquili ever. She lifted her head, holding it some what higher, the fires of hate and plots burning deep inside them.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 2:18 pm
Adult Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father?
But today was slightly different. It wasn't going to be about ruining the lives of innocents (or at least in his eyes they weren't). Scourge, as Plague so nicely named him, was on another mission today.
It was about time he found that b***h of a 'mother'. It had been while, since Scourge was indeed out and about with his 'father'. Learning all the tricks that Plague had up his sleeve, to become a vicious killer, but to also become a tool. Idiot. He'd pay too, but right now it was Diabetia's turn. To think the two of them dared to call themselves parents. What god in their right mind would bless such a mare? He wished he or his sister or brother were never born. That way, neither of them would have to live with the burden of being Diabetia and Plague's unwanted nothings.
It took a while for the b*****d of a son to even come close to anything remotely close to Diabetia. He picked up his long legs, slowly, one at a time and pressed each one deep into the ground. The pace was utterly slow, as if he was stalking prey. In a way he was, but that wasn't why he was going to slow. Why waste energy on something not worth it? It was only going to make Scourge more angry.
Coming near a place that he had been so long ago flooded tons of memories. Ones that made him stronger, the ones that made him who he was today. Not ones he regreted, the only thing he'd change was the fact those memories involved his 'parents'. Diabetia and Plague. They didn't deserve to reside in his mind, no. He wished they'd leave, he wished the blood spilt across the lands was premanent, and both had ended up wiped off the face of the earth. If nothing else, at least his mother. Father wasn't terribly bad, he had, afterall, helped with a few things.
A few. A term generously given.
The sight of something so ungratefully familiar had left a smirk upon his face. "Diabetia!" He sang, still keeping the slow pace he had before. No use to waste energy, no use at all.
"It's been far to long my dear! How have you been? Terrible, I hope? Good, good." He mocked, in the same deep tone his father carried, although it had a ring of plain sarcasticness. "Haha." Scourge laughed, his whole body shaking with the weight of his voice. To others, his voice alone would make even the strongest of soquili cower in fear. It was too deep, almost, like he wanted to make it that way. Just to have a little fun, like the voice didn't fit the image seen. He looked pleasant enough, most of the time. A little something Plague taught Diabetia, and now their children. A happy stance, a welcoming fake smile. That was all he needed for the idiots of the land to approach him. Then he'd trick them, decide whether or not they were worthy. Most weren't, so he didn't kill them.
"You're looking older than I remember, Diabetia." He never referred to either of them as 'mother or 'father' outloud. "Why so? Oh! Let me guess. It's because you had children isn't it? They stole your beauty! You fat, disgraceful Kalona. Where are your children now? Gone? Oh, dear me! That's horrible!" Scourge spoke to her as if they weren't related. Of course, in reality they were, but to him...she was nothing. Just like to her, HE was nothing. Nor his sister or brother. Nor to Plague. The three of them were an excuse to be vicious. Target practice for both of them, growing up. Nothing but idiots that got in the way! Ah! Just the very thought of being born pissed him off.
"Wait a second..." He started, staring at the candy that once, so long ago, sat perfectly in her hair. So badly did he want to rip out every bit and piece and ruin everything she held close to her heart. So badly did Scourge want to repay both his parents for not caring. "Oh! That's right! I'm your son, aren't I? Heh! Could of had me fooled. So how's the daughter? And the other son of yours? They doing better than you, I hope?"
Scourge paced back and forth, a sarcastic smirk placed on his face. Fangs showing. Diabetia didn't speak, she only just stared, which for him, was all the better. He hated hearing her voice, her disgusting voice, as well as his father's. Ah! He hated even thinking about their voices. "Pardon my manners, I seem to have lost them on the long journey to see you, Diabetia. I forgot neither of your children see you very often, do they? Such a shame, when a mother gets seperated from her babies. Terrible. Ah, well it's not like you care, anyways...right?"
The smirk was wasted away from his face as he continued staring. She didn't even deserve to be spoken to and yet, there he was, chatting away. Scourge shrugged. He hadn't exactly planned on hurting her physically, that was Plague's job. Something he watch often while he was growing up, but never something he got used to. Seeing your own mother get hurt, there was pain involved...but not enough to put a stop to it. No he rather came there just to get a good look at her, for probably the last time. He wanted out, he wanted to be left alone, but not without a 'proper' good-bye.
"Well, Diabetia I'm sure you're as eager as ever to want to hurt me, it's not like you haven't tried in the past. But rest assured, I haven't come here on the same terms. Merely a simple good-bye, m'lady. That is all. And to get a good look at you. I want to remember you before you die so I can share your looks with the world and laugh."
Scourge turned his back, not caring to what she had to say. If anything at all, she had to say something rediciously rude back. Isn't that how families worked, anyways? Snotty comments back and forth? That same 'innocent' smile was plastered on his face, intending to leave. Of course, on foot again for he never used his wings. They reminded him too much of Diabetia and Plague...he only used them when he absolutely had to or when his father requested it. Not like he listened, he just did it out of respect. Whatever little respect was left. Hardly none.
"So I bid you farewell, let my memory stain you forever, my simple exsistance nag you until you cannot take it anymore. Just like my brother and sister, we stand for ourselves. I curse..." Scourge stopped. He was going a little too far...at least for his own taste. This meeting was pointless beyond what he came here to see. "You've already been cursed enough, so I say...let Plague be the one to continue that. You don't deserve to lay your nasty little beaty eyes on me or your two other beautiful children again. You don't deserve a single thing. So...farewell..."
And with that he lifted his hoof into the air and stomped it hard to the ground, taking one simple step. Then another. Back to the land of the innocence. Perhaps they'd be more of an exciting adventure for today, perhaps he'd kill. Perhaps he wouldn't. But first, the son of the Kalona standing behind him now, as he walked away, had only one more thing to say. Something he had been dying to say for a long time, just to mock her. Just to piss her off like no other. To see the look on her face when he said it. To laugh and disappear. So Scourge turned his head, and called out in a sing-song voice.
"...Mother."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:06 pm
Quote: Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father? ((Just kind of a brief overview of what his personality would be like. Hope I did that right. <333))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:10 pm
Adult Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father?
As Plague harshly shoved him into the confines of a dark cave etched into the side of a mountain, he almost had the nerve to kick the son of a b***h he called his father. His nostrels flared and he gave a defiant look to his father, but the challenge that burned in those never ending pools of hatred and death made him flinch away. Oh how he was afraid of those horrible orbs, and how he wanted to rip them from his father's very skull. Plague would pay for bringing him to this world... Plague and Diabetia... oh how they would pay.
After a bit of stumbling in the dark he could make out the white shape of his mother. He snorted again. "Hello mother..." His voice was deep and haunting. "I've come to see you mother.. come to the horrible monster brought me into this world!" He cackled as she remained silent, keeping her gazed fixed on the wall of the cave
"Poor, poor you, eh? Left here alone, only seeing Plague when he wishes to take out his anger. Tsk tsk... such a shame!" He almost yelled. "But guess what mother! You brought in on yourself! Because you're b***h! You're a b***h and you've created monsters." His voice became barily above a whisper. "You. Created. Me."
"So thanks, Mother. Glad we could sit around and have heart to hearts. You shaped me up to be a wonderful stallion! I'm the nice guy of the neighborhood!" His voice burned with rage and sarcasm. " Everybody wants to hang out with me. I'm the first person they think of when wanting a good night out! You disgust me... And you weren'teven strong enough to stop it from happening. You're a pathetic, worthless excuse for a kalona! I hate you... HATE you!" He had to end this little speech now if hewas ever going to get out of here...
"So as b*****d and b***h gather here today, I pay my last damned respects to you two." He now opened himself up to be talking to both of them. "Farewell, I wish you both the worst, most agonizing deaths." He flicked his tail and bolted the way he came, ignoring the enraged yells of his father and the stinging of rock tearing flesh as his shoulder his the rough cave walls.
He emerged into the light, rain pouring down in a place that had once bone dry. Today he would be free from his parents. Today he would begin his ultimate revenge....
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:32 pm
DareDelvil ((Sorry to interrupt all the wonderful entries, but I've got a couple of questions: 1: Sometimes with entries like this we're given permission to "puppet" the parents for the purposes of the entry only. Is this allowed? I doubt I'd use it, but I wanted to clarify nonetheless. 2: Will the winner have to pay for the basket? If so, how much? I'd like to know how much to keep by in case I win. I think that's all for now - thanks in advance. ^^))
1. Yes, you are welcome to 'puppet' Dia or Plague in your RPs, if need be. I would appreciate that their characters keep the same personalities that I've made for them, and a good example of how they act can be found in their Reunion roleplay.
2. No, I paid for the bribe breeding myself, and the winner of the contest shall receive the basket as a free prize. <3
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:33 pm
DareDelvil ((Sorry to interrupt all the wonderful entries, but I've got a couple of questions: 1: Sometimes with entries like this we're given permission to "puppet" the parents for the purposes of the entry only. Is this allowed? I doubt I'd use it, but I wanted to clarify nonetheless. 2: Will the winner have to pay for the basket? If so, how much? I'd like to know how much to keep by in case I win. I think that's all for now - thanks in advance. ^^)) 1. Yes, you are. 2. No. There is no fee. This is all free to the winner as long as they a.) impress us and b.) promise to RP.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:35 pm
Quote: Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts?
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:37 pm
-snugs Cuter- I feel bad you, Tweek and Skye have to judge every entry and just pick one. xD I'd have a hard time. -loves a lot of them-
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:50 pm
Quote: Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father? Anguish hissed quietly, the darkest hour before dawn enveloping the lands like a ravenous beast. The light reflected off the pale sections fo his coat in warning as he flicked his wings. Barely old enough to be considred mature, he watched the lands no longer in the direct shadow of his father. Like the dark of night still the figure loomed in his mind, the master over all in his world. He ahd bene there, every step of the way until he had been old enough to go on his own - or so Plague had claimed, anyway. The truth was he was still under the 'rule' of his father, the completely dominant one of the pair he called 'parents' - if they could even be considered that. Perhaps the creation of the two, but ti was hardly the 'family' he'd heard whipsered about or seen off in the distance when he was younger. No vibrant bouncing, frolicks, or anything light - a lot fo fighting, harshness, yelling... On the faint winds he caught a sent, a familiar one... Diabetia. the thing he'd learned to refer to as mother, although Plague had... other names for her. He turned slightly, catching a glimpse of her form near a tree. He snarled, baring fangs a moment at her. She was not the most welcome sight, here on one of his first days free, but at least mroe welcome then perhaps his 'father'. "You need not shadow me, you proved your dislike ages ago." He tossed his head, growling then. "I am no child, no plaything. If you wish to lash again and rebel, go find someone else to bother, I'm not in the mood, especially for you. Not for someone who rejected me then, and turned away from it all. Go find 'father'-" he snarled the word, distaste in his mouth over even saying it "-and let me enjoy my freedom and peace for awhile. I hunger, and I'm not afraid to try the flesh of my family to sate it if needed and provoked." He had no love for either 'parent' but he had a special displeasure for his mother only for her lack of care and interest - although his father had been harsh and brutal, at least he had been there. She... had prefered not to be, and her hate of it all was always evident. A hate that bled into his own life now. If he enver saw either again, he'd be happy enough... but the chains of this so-called family lay heavy and thick, and likely could never be shed.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:01 pm
Foal Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts?
He hated everything there was in life. He hated how the sun shone down and lit the world, he hated that his white coat reflected that light, and how the reflection blended into it like he owned it. Plague would tell him that he was a Disease, and he would always infect anyone he ever touched, and that he would slowly kill it all. So it was better for everyone to just be alone. But maybe he didn’t care if they died. Maybe he wanted it.
But Disease knew who was worst. He killed one at a time, but Plague was different. His death was different. Once one got in contact with Plague, they didn’t just die. They brought upon a chain reaction. Just one touch and things began to instantly spin out of control, and everything was completely destroyed before anyone could ever figure out what had happened. And when they did, time had passed, and the damage could never be healed. And that was how Disease came to be.
The little creature wanted to lash out at his father. His self control was lacking, to say the least. He remembered the first time he had attacked his father. The mutated stallion had not help back on the colt, he was like just any other. It had taken weeks for Disease’s wounds to heal enough for him to properly function. He knew that it was to be avoided, but often Disease, in his youthful ignorance would go again, hopelessly striving to free himself of this life, and to kill.
Today was a new day, though. He was going to visit mother. His greatest hate, perhaps. He knew of the terrors of Plague more then anyone, aside from perhaps his siblings. She must have know too. But she still abandoned them. It wouldn’t have been hard to leave the foals near some kind, or even sane mare. But she chose not too. Did she know that she would be bringing such evil and pain into the world once more?
They broke through the woods, and there she was. The horrible little slut. The two most vile creatures in the world had reproduced, and it was the greatest sin of all, spreading the Plague. He felt her eyes fall upon him, and his met hers. Oh how he envied the day he was stronger and bigger, the day he could tear the creature’s warm meat of the very bones he had come from. He hated himself for being part of the two the most of all.
“Mother” he said, his tone emotionless and flat. She had never spared emotions for him, so why waste his breath upon her. The cruel eyes bore into his flesh, as if with out moving she was already attacking him. The hate, it wasn’t something he couldn’t bear. The feeling of his flesh melting off with her gaze was common. Comfortable. Home. Not from her, though, was the feeling from. He had never seen this creature before in his life. But from everyone. From onlookers, from Plague, from his siblings. And he gave the gaze back. Their hate was genetic.
But soon the attack was physical, the insane mare giving a low rumbling from her throat, that mutated into a horrible snarl, saliva ejecting from her mouth. She revealed her long fangs, and soon was after him. Blood trickled down from Disease’s neck: she had aimed to kill. Perhaps that was the good in her shining through. Maybe she wanted to protect the world from such a creature. But it was probably not, it was probably for her own selfish reasons.
Plauge had stopped his mother He was upon her in seconds, whispering cruel words into her ear as he kicked and tore at and beat her. He eyes were wide with terror and desperation. For a moment she looked to her children, as if pleading them not to become what Plague was, pleading to save her and any other that the children might hurt.
Disease looked into her eyes, they hurt now more then eyes had ever before. But like everything else, it was meaningless pain, and he ignored it, letting it melt way. The little colt’s mouth curled up into a smile as he watched his mother brutally attacked. And he laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:50 pm
Question:
If we plan on doing BOTH Prompts, do we have to post them together in the same post, or can we do them in seperate posts? -wants to try to get her first one in before she forgets-
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m r s - SUPER j u n i o r
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:12 pm
Please post them together if you're going to enter with both prompts. ^^
Cuter sayz: The above applies only to those who haven't already entered. If you'e already entered a prompt and you were planning on doing the second one later you may still do so.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 5:31 pm
Both Prompts... ^.^
Torrent shifted from hoof to hoof, nibbling at his own lip. He wasn't too sure about this idea... But Plague insisted... Born into the sweet, carressing, silkenness of dark.. He loathed exploring 'family'.. But Plague insisted... He didn't want a bond with anything. The darkness was enough. With a sigh he put the thoughts out of his head and took a few steps forward, considering the figure before him...
The mare he was suppossed to consider 'mother' pinned her delicate ears. Her eyes narrowed. Diabetia....
As afraid of her as he was... For every son fears his mother's wrath.. The dark form behind him.. The body heat he could feel from that imposing figure... No.. He feared Plague more... Much more.. But he feared his mother...
He couldn't show that he was afraid of her.. He was his father's son... He couldn't be weak... He was valuable as long as he was strong, was brave... He was worth something as long as he stood his ground...
He pinned his ears and drew himself up to his height.. He was a foal, but tall for his age... He was trying to be as imposing as he could be, to appear strong. He gave her a brave, nearly glaring look... And waited.
She pawed the ground, drew a great breath, and leapt toward him. He was just a foal at the time... Just a foal... Long legs were slow to obey, unsteady... He stumbled as he tried to scramble backwards... Fell onto his rump in a tangle of spindly legs. Looking up, bewildered, as the mare lunged toward him, he squeeled in fright.
Was this what being son to something meant?
A dark shape was suddenly before him. A great dark shape... Rippling with muscles and anger... His sire... The stallion, Plague. He reared up, drove the enraged mare back... Back... Back with teeth and hooves and sleek form... Away from the son she loathed. Why? Why did she hate?
Had he done something?
No... But he would.. He would do something to earn her hatred.... He had to prove he was worth something.. Had to give his sire something to approve of...
Torrent jerked from his sleep with a snort of surprise. Thrashing from the darkness of his dreams he pulled himself to wakefulness, rumbling grumpily. He shook his long forlock out of his eyes and huffed, breathing fast... What had brought that on? That memory of his past? Of his mother? Of their first meeting... Oh how well that had turned out...
He shook himself and surged to his hooves... Stretched... He knew.. He knew... He was suppossed to met her again.. Today? Meet her now that he was large enough to stand up to her... And he would... He could fight her back on his own, he didn't need his sire...
His sire, whom he hadn't seen in how long?
It didn't matter... None of it mattered... Not Plague, or Dia... They were his parents... But he was an adult now... He rumbled and pawed the ground, then set out. Yes, the twisted childhood he had, had made him into this.. This... The stallion that feared nothing.. Loved nothing... Respected little...
Plague eyed him as he appeared out of the forest. He pretended not to notice. Pretended not to care. He arched his neck and pinned his ears and strode forward like he feared nothing... Nothing his father would say, or do... Or his mother.
Plague... Diabetia...
The parents he no longer cared he had... Well, they had succeeded... They had made him what he was... Did they regret it? He didn't... He knew no other way to be...
"I am what I am, Sire." He rumbled, eyes empty. He knew that Plague had been preparing a verbal barb... So he cast his first.
A silken laugh echoed on the breeze before Plague could respond. Both males turned and faced a single creature... A mare... Plague's mare... Torrent's dam.
"And what is that?" She asked, arching a brow in doubt... Her face was mocking... He hated her.. Pinned his ears...
"The void." The stallion murmured... "It is what you have wrought of a colt you did not want..."
He spun to face his sire. "A colt you viewed as a possession rather than a son... Well now I am out of your reach..."
He spun and cantered away, a fierce joy singing in him. He had the darkness... He didn't need a family.. Didn't need anyone... Eyes glinted dangerously as the muscled form strode through woods and over field... Away from everything he had ever known...
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:35 pm
Replying to both prompts. Hope I did them ok. ^^;; Foal Since emerging from the basket you have known nothing but darkness; a mother who despises you and a father who views you as little more than an object to be manipulated to his whims, used as a tool against your mother. Upon first introduction to Diabetia by your father she snarls and attacks. In order to put her back in her place Plague steps in to keep her at bay. How do you react to this? What are your thoughts? Gabrial faultered, his eyes glowing with something more then disqust. A mare, his mother or not, had no right to show her dominance over him. An attack on him was a fault that he would not allow. "b***h." He snarled, the word floating off his tongue with as much malice as his darkened heart felt. He snorted and stomped a hoof at the mare, his ears pinned back. This was the one who'd housed him in her womb before he'd been placed in that basket, with only the darkness as his company? He shook his head. Impossible. Gabrial looked to his father, his hatred for both the stallion and the mare whom he would be forced to acknowledge as his 'parents' growing even more. He cared little for their reasons and excuses. Both cared little for him and he could himself feel it, neither showed any love for him in their hearts. "I wish to leave, father." Gabrial demanded softly, though his narrowed eyes were on the mare. He wished they would never meet again. He had to use for the worthless whore, nor would he have a use for his father, when he was old enough to break away from him as well. Adult Freedom at last! Or is it? Your childhood is something that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your life. It has formed you into the creature that you are today for better or worst. Upon meeting your mother again now that you're older how do you react to her? What, if anything, do you say? Do you blame her for the way that you've turned out or, in her absence, is it all the fault of your father? Gabrial shook his head, his wings flapping to keep the butterflies around in him from landing on him. Filthy things... He thought in anger, wanting to tear out their delicate wings and stomp them into the ground with his hoofs. How dare they exist in this world...so carefree and happy in their own rights. His eyes traveled over the meadow and his body was filled with even more anger. The day was bright with the sun out and sparkling off the small stream that ran through the tall, delicious looking grass. All around him, it seemed, the world was celibrating spring. Enjoying the love and care mother nature gave to them. Bullshit. He nearly spat aloud, though he kept his thoughts in his own head. Gabrial traveled out into the sunlight, his large hoofs sqishing any flowers that were in his way, effectively killing them. He wished this whole valley was dead and rotting. Nothing deserved the beauty and joy this valley had been created for, expecially not the mare whom he'd followed here. He refused to call her what she was, because to him she had and never would be such a thing. Mom. Mother. The feelings those words brought forth were all was wasted on her. Gabrial stood there, watching her and damning her existance as he had the butterflies. He wished he could pull her wings out as well...that he would get the joy of watching her suffer before her death. He prayed it would be his pleasure to watch the last breath drain from her body. But for now, he'd wait...he'd watch. He'd follow her till she vanished to the after life, and from that point on, he'd be freed from her. From the hate that tore at him every day and the lust for revenge on her. revenge for her bringing him into this world, where he didn't truely belong. Where he never truely would. His teeth ground together, and he snorted in annoyance and rage. He'd wait for now...But he wouldn't wait forever. Everyday his need to watch her die grew and everyday he waited...But he couldn't wait much longer...And if she didn't hurry, if she didn't die on her own, it would be his pleasure to kill her. He would tear her to shreds, and his hoofs would hold her blood stains proudly, for it would be his release at last.
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