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 Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:51 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 back up, dodging his fathers turn and appearing on the other side. He spoke nothing, nothing yet. In his efforts to move he had stepped on some small rodent under his hooves. His stayed still, would his father notice and hit him agian? Would he suffer more torment to killing his 'miniana'? His blood boiled as he clamped his teeth and grinded them. The small bones beneath his hooves cracked as he savored the sounds. Crushing bones. He would never gain fathers approval and to be honest, he didn't want it. No approval and no love, there was no need for nonsence. It angered him to be standing so long, in the hot sun.
"Bastards..." He scowled under his breath, almost silently. If father had kept himself, to himself. He wouldn't exist. Most likely everything would have been better off. He learned that nice word by his parents, when they cursed, he was better of dead. But, nobody was going to kill him now, nobody would stand in his way of destroying what others belive is dear. He would be killed without a fight, such a strong little foal, tuff, and yet almost going insane. His eye's moved, yet the rest of his body lay still. Eye's following the movements and words that kept his parents from beng good. Maybe he should just leave. Would father chase him, would anyone care. Who cares...he didn't care at all. Swiftly his hooves picked up as he tromped off the first sight of distracted parents. He was gone, and as quickly as he got into the forrest he stopped. Here he would stay, oh yes here. Planning his revenge, his fathers downfall, his mothers death. Such a wrenchet child. He grinned maliciously and began his plans.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 9:08 pm
Adult 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? Sylore takes in the moments that just took place. The introduction to his mother, the direct attack from her, and the total disresepct of his father trying to step in and protect him. "Just who in the h**l do you think you are... 'DAD'" he said with a deep angered tone. "I can take care of myself." he says as he turns and bites his dad, attempting to sink his teeth into the flesh in the chest area. He then turned his attention back to his mother. "Now you, mommy dearest," he says with an almost demonic voice. "You really need to learn some manners." he said as he slowly walked around her, watching her every move. "I mean after all... come on.. I am your child. Do you have no respect for your own flesh & blood??" He began to grin maliciously. "Father, dearest, would you be so kind as to round mother up. I'm afraid I must teach her some manners.." he said as he turned his back towards the both of them. Plague, seeing he got what he wanted, attempts to restrain Dia from moving. In doing so, however, he too made himself vulnerable as Dia was not allowing this willingly. In the confusion between Dia and Plague, Sylore managed to slip around out of sight and using his sharp young teeth, managed to sink them into Plagues throat. (sorry but if Plague is busy with Dia, then an auto hit is possible due to the fact he isn't paying attention to his son, in D&D terms we call this a sneak attack also rolling on attacks.. sorry, it's the only way I can mod this legitimately) Plague, feeling the teeth sink into his own flesh by his own son, immediatly rears up out of instinct. Sylore manages to hold on however, and still being on the ground, tightens his grip and pulls as his father rears up. The effect is a sickening sound of ripping flesh and blood veins. Dia, sensing what is happening, also noticing she is now free, immeadiately goes into a full gallop in an effort to get away from this thing that came out of the basket. She couldn't believe it was her own flesh and blood that could turn out so evil as to kill his own father. Or was he actually good, doing good things by killing his father? These thoughts raced through her head as she slowed her pace, stopping and looking around to see if he was following her. She couldn't see him anywhere, then with a sudden 'woosh' sound, he was there, standing right in front of her. "Mommy? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice almost calm and innocent. Dia just stood there, unsure if she could trust him or not. "Mommy, daddy is gone... he won't hurt you anymore." Ssylore said, moving closer to Dia. Dia began stepping back, the past still haunting her and making her untrusting of this, Plague's flesh and blood. "Mommy, please, don't run off.. I need you.." Ssylore continued as he moved up next to her, brushing his head against her neck. "I.. I don't know how to be a leader, and I want to be better than dad.." he said as he made a snap towards her throat. Dia quickly moved out of the way and turned around, sending her hooves into her sons chest cavity. Without stopping, she took off running, faster than she had ever run before. Through the brush, the trees, the woods, across a river that was far to deep for her in the first place, and continued running till she finally collapsed out of breath and miles away from everything. Ssylore, feeling the impact of the hooves to his chest let out a deep wheezing sound. He hadn't expected it and it stunned him far greater than he had imagined. Perhaps this female was worthy of being a mate after all. He took to the sky as soon as he could, but lost her trail when she entered the woods. So he decided he would find some way to track her down, or maybe find a different mare and start his own herd. He didn't care, right now he was hungry and began looking for food.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 12:06 am
Baby Pandah ((Sorry to interrupt but: Are we allowed to enter more than twice? Just curious...)) No. Everyone may enter once. Both prompts posted together count as one entry, just as one prompt would count as one entry. Those who didn't know that both prompts had to be submitted at the same time but planned on writing the second one have the chance to write the other if (and only if) their entry was posted before that question was asked on page 2. ^^
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:04 am
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?
She was simply a shadow in your past, a shadow that intruded upon your world of strict blacks and whites that moulded right from wrong. You always stepped elegantly along the black, the footsteps of your father your only guide. She was a possession - you understood that, though never clearly, the idea of owning something completely, the idea of having no meaning to anyone - save for to the one who owned you.
Sometimes you felt like that, when through cold eyes you watched your father kill and rage and torture. Felt hopeless; there was little you could do. Felt angered by your own worthlessness: you laughed at hers - but your own far exceeded it.
Felt the cold satisfaction of knowing that one day, you would surpass him.
So when you met her again, you knew it was no emotional torment. You looked through her rather than at her, indifferent. Her questions needed no answers; her anger needed no soothing, for to answer her or sooth her would give her meaning, a status in your life. To be angered or to question her would do the same. You needed no answers though, for what she'd done.
You could easily see the similarities. You could see where she'd gone wrong. Where she'd stepped from the black to the white and back again, toying with darkness. Playing with it, and paying a heavy price.
And for once in your perfectly ordered world, the colours mixed and bled and slurred into shades of grey and red.
And as you left her, you hated her for it.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 9:46 am
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? Answer: Foal He watched, practically in slow motion, as his mother snarled, spat, and tried to attack him when he first laid eyes on her. His father had treated him coldly upon emergence from his prison called a "basket" but at least had not attacked him. The slow movement of his father stepping in to stop his mother angered him. He was furious... and he knew not why. He just... was. Clearly his father did not know he could handle himself. With his own snarl of hatred and anger, he stepped around his father, glaring fiercely at his "mother". "Do you not know who I am?" he hissed violently, eyes narrowed. His tail flicked dangerously as slow smirk of evil spread across his face. "I am your death," he answered his own question after a short pause of silence, wanting to smile triumphantly but not doing so in order to aggravate his mother further. He stalked back and forth, allowing his father, for the time being, to push back his mother. When he was older, he would come back... and be her death. His mother did not know what was in store... oh, he would allow his father to think Plague was manipulating him... was using him. But in fact, Terror would make sure that his father was also getting what was coming to him. Forget that Plague was raising him; he was his own. He belonged to no one, even though he was conceived by Diabetia and Plague, he belonged only to himself. He stepped back once again, silently congratulating himself. Plans needed to be made... First, he would conquer his stupid "mother"... then he would break his "father" apart... after that... he knew only that he would be the one to prove that he was truly his own Terror... his own nightmare. 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? Answer: Adult Terror found that he had handled himself well as he had been growing up, despite how his father, Plague, continued to use him. He had gotten worse as he grew, and now he provided the sharpened fangs hidden under his lips to prove how dangerous he could be. He had gotten strong; the training, the torment, the nightmare of his childhood had ended... temporarily. He knew Plague planned to use him against his mother, but Terror would only go along for a small part of whatever his "father" was planning. He pawed the ground, flexing his wings restlessly. He had escaped from Plague's iron grip for the moment, wanting to breathe air that did not contain Plague's breathing, but would contain only his. He began to walk, not expecting to meet anyone in the dead of night. How wrong he was. After once again meeting his mother, Terror found himself ready to take her on. He watched, silently, as she paced back and forth, probably waiting for prey. "Hello..." he said, trying his best to sound like an innocent, dumb Soquili. He watched as his mother looked up and at him. He grinned darkly. He doubted Diabetia would be terrified of him, but no matter. "Hello... "Mother"... I have come. Your death bell has tolled..." he intoned evenly, threateningly, and darkly. His mother only smirked at him, a snarl on her lips. She dared to mock him, when she was an old hag, and he was young, sprung and filled with the power to destroy her? Her overconfidence would not give her what he had planned before--a quick death--but now, he was going to give her a bit of Plague's own medicine once more... and then he would kill her. For attacking him, for rejecting him, for leaving him with Plague, for giving him torture all those years of his painful childhood which he had withstood in order to grow strong. "...I am your death." Terror smiled.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 1:36 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?
At the sound of some idiotic birds’ twittering, Abastor wanted to be sick. Didn’t the stupid things realize that nothing mattered except power? Their feelings of joy repulsed the young stallion, who knew nothing of “happy” emotions, other than that they were a way to be manipulated. He had the emotions stomped out of him as a child by his father. For that, he was grateful, as well as for the training he had received as a colt.
He had been trained in how to manipulate beings, equine or otherwise. He had been trained to suppress his emotions. Now, he was a stallion much like his father: cold; cruel; with a heart as dark, if not darker, than that of a void.
He continued to trample on various plants struggling to survive on his way towards the heart of the forest, lost in his thoughts. Of course, he wouldn’t have given a second thought about the lives of the various flowers he was snuffing out even if he was aware of what he was doing. No, he would be more likely to purposefully off the pathetic plants.
At the crunching of bones beneath his hooves, he stopped, brought from his reflections by the sound. Looking down, he saw the remains of a kitten beneath his right front hoof. He grinned sadistically, and ground the lifeless body into the ground, feeling a slight feeling of sick glee at the thought of the mother finding her young in the middle of the path, unrecognizable to all but the mother, who had long memorized the youngling’s scent.
He continued along the path, his lip curled still at the birds and the various animals going about their business pleasantly. The signs of life were beginning to disappear with the thickening of the forest, and soon there were few traces to be found.
The last living creatures he saw were a squirrel and an owl. It had been growing dark, and his sight fell upon a squirrel darting about the ground. Suddenly, silent as death, an owl swooped down upon the prey, breaking its neck with its talons, and then taking off with its bounty. Abastor let out a nauseating, disgusting, and positively revolting laugh at the sight. Death amused him, and he loved to see it in action, almost as much as he loved to torture.
The moonlight barely reached Abastor, straining to reach through the dense canopy of the forest. He trotted on, growing eager to reach his destination. He had heard that she would be there this night, as was apparently her habit. He wanted to meet her, though not for some lovey-dovey, happy-family-reunion purpose. No, he had been hunting her down for a while, for the sole purpose of bringing her to his father. He knew that, should he succeed in the attempt, he would be well-rewarded, since his father wanted his ‘Sweetness’ back, even if only to punish her.
He was nearing the clearing now. He knew so from the information provided by his “sources.” Though his methods of retrieving information were never friendly, and almost always painful, he found his information to be accurate nearly all the time. And for those that lied… There was not much of a bright future in store for them.
Abastor suddenly found the trees thinning, and, upon sniffing the air, found his senses overwhelmed with a sickly scent of sweetness. He felt revolted, to say the least. How could any self-respecting kalona LIVE with such a scent? Respectable kalonas reeked of death, destruction, or, in his father’s case, the plague. Besides, surely that smell of hers would frighten away any prey from miles around!
He peered between two trees, and saw her for the first time since he was young. His glance fell first upon the two wickedly sharpened horns adorning her head. They were pink and white striped, and looked innocent enough, but he knew that they could seriously injure. Next, his eyes rested upon her white, bat-like wings, once again tinted with pink. They looked strong enough to hold her in flight, though not for too long. He could probably out fly her, but it wasn’t worth the risk. Her legs had downward facing spirals on them, culminating in bright magenta hooves. She wore a candy necklace, as well as various wrapped candies in her mane and tail.
Frankly, Abastor felt disgusted with her. How could she live with herself? Obviously, she would never be a decently looked upon Kalona. Sure, he too had parts of her genes, but his were less apparent.
He prepared his plan of attack, knowing it would go better for him to use the element of surprise, rather than rely on his skills alone. She was, after all, more experienced.
After moments of planning, he rushed into the clearing, his sharp fangs aimed straight towards her neck. His hoof beats alerted her the moment he entered the clearing, and, though she had little time to react, she managed to give him a bite on his left foreleg as he retreated, having given her the bite he wished to. The stallion circled the mare, eyeing her with a mix of loathing and disgust. He lunged forward, attempting to land a blow on her neck, but she shied away, biting his neck instead. He winced out in pain, and lashed out once more, ignoring the pain as much as he could. He had been taught by his father that pain could be ignored, and had much practice in the matter. He lunged towards her right hind leg, but once again she evaded him, his teeth barely managing to close upon her tail.
Abastor growled with fury, angered that his capture attempt was not going very well. After several minutes of fighting, he was coming off as the loser. He growled, and spat in a poisonous voice, “You haven’t seen the last of me, mother.” With that, he took to the sky, fleeing. He knew he would meet her again someday, and that he would have another chance to try to bring her to his father once more. But for now, he would rest and tend to his wounds, making sure that next time he would be in the best of shape. Now, he was no longer hunting for reward, but for revenge as well.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 2:18 pm
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?
The young colt merely lifts his head as Plague’s body blocks his mother from his vision. The majority of his short life has been spent learning to hate this mare he does not know. He catches a glimpse of her pink and white spattered coat from between his father’s legs. The colt’s heart beats quicker in his chest- his only purpose on this planet can finally be set in motion. It’s funny- he thinks, as their eyes meet over Plague’s black flank- he has no feelings at all for his mother. He does not love or hate her- he does not know her at all. What he knows is that he was born to fight her. Born to bring her misery. To please father he will fulfill his purpose.
Then…maybe plague will look at him with something more than contempt in his eyes.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 3:08 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? It was a moonless night as Misery made his way towards the village at a full gallop. He was ready to make trouble tonight. Very much ready to cause agony to those that stood in his way. He was ready to be the misery of every good Soquili in the land. Not to mention those foul Indians that the good Soquili often ran around with. But where would Misery strike tonight? He could go to the village and destroy their crops, or he could terrorize their children, and make them petrified of the Soquili's whinny. But no, the village was bound to be asleep this late at night. None of the villagers much liked staying up after the sun sank because of the Kalona. Yes, because of Soquilis like his "precious" mother, Diabetia.
The very mother that tried killing him as foal, just because he looked too much like his father for her tastes. Diabetia despised her own foal because of the father, a father that she very well could have avoided if she had truly tried. But, Misery was over that. He loved his father, Plague. Even if Plague did belittle him and use him as a pawn at times. He father hadn't abandoned him, or tried to kill him. Plague had actually stood in Diabetia's way when she tried to attack Misery upon their first meeting. Misery idolized his father.
As if the very thought of the mare could pull her to you, Misery saw her awful bright mane, and tail, and wings. He let out a snort as he cantered over to her. He was going to tell her how he felt about this ordeal. He was going to make her relive all of his memories of pain, and suffering. He wanted that cruel b***h to get every single last little thing she deserved for abandoning him and trying to kill him as a foal. The thought the revenge he'd been waiting for, for so long tickled at his throat and a deep laugh passed his lips.
"Well, well, well. Look at who is finally showing her head after all this time." Misery said as he took a few large strides to stand in Diabetia's path. He was the replica of his father. But, he had a few white spots in his tail. Though, Diabetia couldn't see those. She could only hear his voice, and see his front side. He knew she thought he was Plague. Which was good for the moment, it only meant he could strike more terror into her heart.
He did a slight turn so that Diabetia could see his entire self, and then gave her a wicked smile. She backed up now, still thinking him to be his sire. "Oh Sweetness. You have been away far too long for my liking. Since the meeting of a foal whose name I doubt you would remember. Though it is a name that will follow you through your entire life." Misery said, casually, as if he had spoken with the mare a hundred times before.
He stepped back into her way again. Now she couldn't leave unless she turned and ran from him. Though, he could see a curious spark in her eyes. Diabetia flicked her ears and swished her tail. Oh, Misery was very delighted right now. He had Diabetia's attention. And he planned on using it. His hoof scratched the ground and kicked up some dust. "You know. I think it's time you and I got reacquainted." He then took a step back away from her. His eyes looked directly into hers as he snorted. He flapped his large wings, extending them to their fullest and smiling, maliciously at her.
"I'm not Plague, to start with, I'm his son. As well as yours, Diabetia." He explained as he trotted circles around the older mare. "I am your Misery. The very colt you tried to kill only a few years ago.” Misery said as drew closer. His face was now in Diabetia’s and he could just imagine her heart racing at an unimaginable pace. He could practically hear the terror in her thoughts. He was delighted.
“You know. Because of your reckless abandonment I am who I am today. I am Misery, the terror, because you left me for dead, because you tried to kill me, because of your stupidity and thoughtlessness I am the Soquili you see standing before you now.” Misery stated, with pure venom as his words grew. He could feel his own hate rushing through his veins. He could feel the want for Diabetia’s blood growing stronger in his thoughts. ‘Kill her… Kill her…Get it over with and kill her…’ The inner Misery said as he looked at that candy colored mare.
Misery shook his head. He couldn’t let that inner beast get the best of him yet. No. He wanted the mare to suffer just as he had. He wanted to make her remember his name, and for it to haunt her for the rest of her life. He wanted Diabetia to regret letting him live. He wanted her to regret ever mating with Plague. He wanted her to regret her own life and all of the happenings. Even more so….he wanted her to beg for mercy. He wanted Diabetia to never return to this land again. He wanted her to turn around and leave with her head hung in shame.
But inner Misery wanted to see Diabetia’s blood spilt on the ground. Inner Misery wanted to rip out the mare’s heart, and rip it into pieces. Inner Misery wanted to hear Diabetia’s screams as the last few seconds of her life were filled with unimaginable pain. Inner Misery was becoming harder and harder to control as the minutes passed. Misery, a mutant, was trying to keep Misery, the Kalona, from attacking the old mare. Though, the Kalona side of Misery was starting to take control...Which meant nothing but trouble for the Kalona mare that was just standing there...As if dumbfounded by Misery's appearance.
Misery’s tail twitched as he searched for words, he was still suppressing the Kalona side of himself. “You’re nothing more than a worthless b***h, and you’re pathetic. You can’t even look me in the eye. What’s the matter, hag? Can’t face your own mistakes? Can’t look your past in the eye?” The stallion spat, the words full of hate and the rage he’d been trying to contain. Diabetia’s eyes grew wide as she heard those words. Misery could tell she saw the change in him already.
And this small change was just the beginning. Misery couldn’t contain his Kalona rage forever. No, that wouldn’t be possible. Not possible at all. Misery…She’s a worthless b***h. Rid the world of her existence. Do your kind a favor…She’s worthless, Misery. Worthless. The Kalona side of him said. Oh, oh the words sounded so good. All he had to do was step forward, and lunge at her throat. Once he ripped it out…she’d be bleeding to death. Then she’d be gone…Over…finneto…DEAD. Which was exactly what the stallion wanted. Or was it?
Wasn’t Misery the kind of Soquili that enjoyed the chase? Didn’t he enjoy prolonging the death of his prey? Yes, he did. He let a laugh pass his lips, and shook his head again. His ears twitched, and his tail swished. “I don’t even know why they allow you to call yourself a Kalona. You’re pitiful excuse for Soquili of any kind. Let alone a Kalona.” He laughed, manically. Oh, he would savor this.
He stepped forward, and Diabetia stepped away. He could feel that Kalona side of him pushing to be set free and attack the candied mare, but no. He wasn’t going to let that side of him take charge. Not today. Not now. Not now…Yet, it still pounded in his head to kill his dam. He couldn’t do it…No…He just couldn’t…No! He was fighting a battle in his head that he was sure to loose. And so he let his defense down. The Kalona side of himself was temporarily unleashed.
Misery stepped very close to Diabetia…his mouth raised to her ear. His teeth opened, then closed around the flesh, tearing a large chunk out. He then stepped back as quickly as he could and spat the bit of Diabetia’s ear back out. He was laughing like a madman as he ran. He saw a slight trickle of blood coming from the mare’s ear. What was left any way. He turned his head to look at her and let out a large, deep, and terrifying laugh.
“Just remember, Diabetia, I’m your Misery.” With those last words, Misery kicked off the ground and flew out of the mare’s sight. He’d leave her for another day. One where he was fully in control…He wanted to savor her death. But now wasn’t her time.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 6:21 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?
The word "father" was nothing more than a title to the young stallion - synonymous with master, lord, ... or general. Iniquity knew he was born of Plague's dark lust and Diabetia's hateful submission, but it mattered little to him. His part in this family - no, in this pack - was clear, and he played it well. He was a good actor, and a good son, following closely the commands of his general father. He held no hatred for his lord; only respect and admiration for the one who owned him, body and soul.
But he never forgot.
Every action had consequences. Every general - even one as great as Plague - made mistakes. So Iniquity watched, waiting for the chance to prove his worth. Even a trifle could bring a great lord down... and when the opportunity struck, Iniquity would be there to cast the stone that would trigger the avalanche. His father would be cast down - it was the natural order of things, and only a matter of time. The stallion smirked, tight lips drawing back to reveal sharp white fangs. Plague had been granted the singular honor of spawning his very own mortal enemy.
Of course, these plans would wait. One thing Iniquity had learned was patience; everything worthwhile was worth waiting for. An outright attack might never work against his master, but treachery... deciet...
One day, his father would relax in his presence. One day, his lord would not be watching with a sharp enough eye.
Iniquity wickered to himself and glided through the darkling woods on hooves that should have made more sound. For now, he would be the obedient son. He would visit his mother, whom he had not had the honor of seeing since that... interesting meeting as a foal. Hooded eyes scanned the dark landscape and he spotted the pale mare ghosting through the trees.
"My Lord commands, Lady Mother, that I visit you." It irked him to speak to her so respectfully, but she was as much responsible for his life as his father was. If not for her, Iniquity would be little more than a spark in the Void. "And so I came."
He stood expectantly, but no attack came. Only silence. A smile twitched his lips.
"One hears that you hate dear father, and would be pleased to be rid of him." The youth, now nearly an adult, arched a brow and twitched his tail. His tone was light, as if he were speaking of nothing more pressing than the weather. "I do not share your hatred. But I do share your desire."
He stomped a hoof; the sound was lost in the smothering darkness. "If an accident could be arranged..." Iniquity shrugged one shoulder carelessly and gave the mare a crooked grin. "I am stronger now, dear mother. I have learned from the best, and I have taken my lessons to heart..."
Leaving the seed to wither or flourish, the colt spun neatly and loped off.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 7:49 pm
((I will be using Doux Trepas (accent over the e. I have no idea how to do those.) as this little guy's name. It means Sweet Death in french. I thought it kinda fit.)) 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? The little kalona colt, Doux Trepas as his father had dubbed him, had not been out of the basket long, but it did not take him long at all to figure out what he would hate most in his life. No, that wasn't a strong enough feeling; what would be the bane of his existance. Plauge, also known as his father, was not someone that he would wish on even his worst enemy. Even though his father was very hard to tolerate he held a deep hatred for his mother. Plauge seemed to take great delight in tell him the stories of teh amny punishments that he had bestowed on her when she was young as he used the same torture on him. Doux could easily understand his mother's yearning to be rid of the mound of rotting flesh that was his captor and father. He couldn't understand how she could have left him, a defensless foal, in his care. When he learned that he would be meeting her for the first time, he almost had hope that she may in some way help him to be free of Plauge's rotting hold as well. At the time of the meeting, Doux hide his hope behind a mask of grim indifferance so as not to be scolded by Plauge. When Diabetias jaws snapped not far from his face before Plauge stopped her, Doux was little more than a statue of shock. After coming unfrozen, his smaller wings opened fanning the air as he backed away from the feuding adults. His heart plumetted into the dark depths of depaire. He had no other way of being rid of this monstrosity of a captor. He was doomed to follow the same path of the mare who denied him what she had desired for so long before acheiving. "How could you leave me to HIM?" Doux yelled a moment after the snapping and growls came to a hault. His small body shook in anger as he felt the abandonment that he had hoped wouldn't come. A feeling of bitterness settled into Doux Trepas' soul as he stood staring at the uncaring, even hateful eyes of the mare who had bore him into a world only to leave him to a captor who had tormented her from an age not much more than his own. The saying, "History repeats itself," was far from untrue in that moment. ((If this is too H.R.S.D. I'm sorry. I've never been very good at the evil tempered rps but I'd love to try my hand at it. I figured giving the little guy a hope wouldn't be so bad. Feel free to laugh if it doesn't meet the standards. xp ))
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 7:59 pm
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?
His heart raced and the colt could scarcely breathe. Why would any mother attack her son? Do I not appeal to her? He thought. His little legs wobbled with fear. The sight of his own mother nearly pouncing on him repeated over and over in his head. The look in her eyes. It showed that she truly wished to destroy him. Tears of fear and sadness stung the colt's eyes. Plague looked back at the colt and smiled cruelly.
"Awww. Look, Sweetness. You made your own son cry." The stallion said. He walked over to the colt and wrapped his wing around the colt. "Let's go son. Mommy needs some time alone." He told the colt. Then, the stallion and the colt turned and left. The colt wanted to look back at his mother, but he already knew what he was going to see: His mother, just standing there, glaring at not only Plague, but him, with a glare that showed pure hatred. He knew that in a way he was like his father: They were both hated by Diabetia and she wanted them both to die.
(Sorry if it sucked. It most likely did. sweatdrop )
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 11:04 am
Prompt One(Colt) 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?
She hated him.
He hated her. It was that simple.
The Colt's gaze on the light coat of his mother narrowed. A glare. A weak one, though still strong. Hate flared in the orbs of his eyes, as he clicked his back hoof against the cold stone ground. For a moment though, Airthen smirked, quite devilishly. His father knew too well how to deal with,... Diabetia. His mother. The b***h got what she deserved. He let out a slight, young snort, taking another, slightly annoyed step back. He only hoped no blood would be shed,.. for the moment. That would not be pretty at all... Well. It would, but, no need to muck up the floors, right?
It was a long moment before he noticed the shadowed gaze on himself. His own attention had been set on his mother, and he hadn't noticed the cold, near emotionless gaze from his father. He couldn't help but snort once more at the flies that seemed to call his father home. He almost regreted it.
Plague stepped over slowly, leaving Dia on the ground, a slight gash on her leg, and a sharp, bloody double-cresent on her neck. The darkness seemed to loom around him, and for a moment, Airthen seemed to shrivel alittle, shake for a moment, raising a hoof, planning to take a step back, though not moving. He strengthened on the spot, lowering his foot to the ground, and standing as tall as he could (Which really wasn't half as tall as Plague. Not that this bothered Airthen much. He could stand up to his father! Atleast, in Airthen's mind, he could).
Plague's coal eyes drilled into his son's. "Give me a reason to protect you from your mother again.." His lip curled into a slight grin, his eyes narrowing slightly, nose flareing slightly. The rats scurried around him for a moment, one passing quickly over his hoof, before pausing to blink at Airthen, before returning to scurrying about.
Airthen wasn't scared,... atleast, he wouldn't show he was. There was no fear,... fear ment weakness. Now, his nose flared, and he glared slightly at his father. Plague could kill him in an instant. He knew this too well. For just a moment, the Colt's gaze wandered off to Diabetia, whom still lay on her side, struggling to get up, snorting and groaning occasionaly. A wounded leg and neck, along with the fact that she was completely on her side, made getting up quite difficult at the moment.
The click of his father's hoof snapped Airthen's attention back quite quickly. It looked like the male hadn't moved an inch. His gaze was still drilled on him, though his grin had faded, though his glare had strengthened. Colder, and more heartless than before. "I wont fight you,... 'father'" His tone was weak, young. His first words. Plague didn't move. Though, neither did Airthen. His wings twitched for a moment. He couldn't use them, even if he tried. It'd be no use. "Smart boy." Plague's own tone was as empty as his eyes.
Once more, his eyes trailed to his mother, and his glare sharpened once more. Her thrashing had finaly lessened, and her gaze caught his. They seemed to mirror the hate, and yet, her's seemed softer. She didn't like the beatings, the pain she was 'gifted' from Plague. And she didn't like the children he 'gifted' her. But she also didn't want for them to become,... like him. Diabetia's luck was thin.
"Not yet, anyway." Airthen's gaze wandered back to his fathers, and he smirked slightly. His father eyed him for a long moment. Then, he was fast. A cracked hoof rose, then hit Airthen in the side, knocking him off his hooves with ease. For just a moment, Airthen thrashed, his hooves tearing at the ground for a moment, throwing up dirt into the air. He glared at his father, and got one in return. Plague turned away. So Airthen would live after all. After a long moment, Airthen found his way back onto his side, noticing his mother finaly doing the same. Though, she wouldn't rise. Her ankle still dripped of blood. She glared at the gash for a long moment, before turning her gaze to her son.
He returned the sharp looks, rising to his hooves quite cooly, in an almost, taunting way. 'I can stand and you can't.' his own thoughts made him smirk, before he walked off slowly, fallowing his father's path, in mind,.. and body.
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m r s - SUPER j u n i o r
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m r s - SUPER j u n i o r
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 11:06 am
I wanted to do the second prompt too, but my mind was all.. Blah. Braindead,... so yeah. One it is.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 12:42 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 held back a chuckle. Indeed, they would. They would regret everything they did to him. His father thought of him as a simple tool and that just would not do. Roth was not some creature to be used until it was of no more value and his father would learn eventually. The lesson would definitely not be taught in the most pleasant way, either.
His mother…well, she would suffer a lesson just as his father would, if for nothing less than the fact she had abandoned him and his siblings to their current state in the first place. Stupid mare. She was even one of the infamous demon race and yet she still[ managed to cause so much trouble. She would be lucky, though, she was merely the beginner of his current state of torture; his father would suffer much, much worse.
Roth couldn’t wait. He couldn’t wait until he was strong. When he finally became an adult, then his parents would learn their mistake. Why did it take so long for adulthood to become a reality? The muscles in his body tightened as his anger and resentment brewed, but he quickly silenced them. They were pointless at the moment.
Just wait, you too… he murmured softly in his mind, You will learn your mistake in doing this to me. Cold eyes stared at the two, though the look in them was blank. They would learn, and Roth would teach them well.
Woo! Finished! <3
Good luck to everyone! And Goold luck to the judges when they have to choose!
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 2:20 pm
Skye Starrfyre Baby Pandah ((Sorry to interrupt but: Are we allowed to enter more than twice? Just curious...)) No. Everyone may enter once. Both prompts posted together count as one entry, just as one prompt would count as one entry. Those who didn't know that both prompts had to be submitted at the same time but planned on writing the second one have the chance to write the other if (and only if) their entry was posted before that question was asked on page 2. ^^ ((Oh, so if I didn't know the question was asked on page two and only read the rules and prompts my second entry won't count if it's on page 3 or 4?? xD))
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