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Disease’s movements were jagged and forced. The creature’s eyes slid from one horizon to the next, barely resting on a single spot to focus. He was free. Free from Plague, from his siblings, from his past. Never again would he have to endure the agony of being the unwanted foal of two vile creatures, never again would he have to watch as his father attacked his mother, as his siblings became brutal with each other.

But was he really free?

No. Yes. No, he wasn’t What did freedom mean, even? Physically, he was fully developed, and on his own, no longer a tool to his father. Mentally though he couldn’t get the horrible visions out of his head. Living in the present was impossible when the past was too powerful to surmount. His mind was a whirlwind of anger, hate, and pain. A sharp headache seized him as he tried his hardest to block out the past.

Disease salivated, he hadn’t fed in a while, and craved the soft flesh between his teeth. His great body quivered with the hunger, pain, anger, and insanity that had overtaken him over the years. He thought about who would be the one he would kill. Father? No. Father was a horrible stallion, he hated father. But this wasn’t father’s fault. Father had taken him in. Mother. Yes mother. He hated her the most. A cruel smile curled across his face at the thought.

How long had it been since he had seen her? Days, months? Hours? Disease’s head pounded harder, and he couldn’t figure out weather suppressing the memories or digging into them more was worst. For a freedom he had craved for his entire life, so far it was just as unbearable as his childhood. He had gotten out of hell, but he still carried it in his mind. Not even feeling safe inside his own body, Disease walked on.

Colors similar to his own, minus the black, suddenly invaded his vision. A candy colored Kalona mare. Did he know her? Oh how interesting she looked. Oh? Was that his mother? She looked so much smaller then she had before. Diabetia had always towered over Disease. But now… she didn’t. She was small. Smaller them him.

“Mother!” cried Disease in cruel sarcasm “Oh mother dearest, how are you? Have you gained weight? Has your fur lost its sheen?” he asked, walking up to her crookedly. He couldn’t control himself, it was like he was in a nightmare, only vaguely aware of what he was saying and doing, in yet he felt completely in control.

“Mother, we haven’t talked, or had any fun times since…oh…..oh dear, it seams that NEVER happened!” his voice was escalating now, and his body feeling hot. “Isn’t that unfortunate! I wonder why? Could it be that you are a dirty..” he was now just feet away.

His mother stood silent for a moment. Disease wondered if at that moment, she could see Plague reflected in himself. She said something back. Probably something stupid and rude, something that was meant to offend him, or defend herself. But he couldn’t hear anything over the loud buzzing noise that surrounded him. Or at least that was what he thought. In reality, that was the sound of his insanity taking over.

“Little” he now was towering over her, his chest swelling up and contracting. He only vaguely realized that his whole body was shaking with rage, and everything moving to an extreme. He was hyperventilating, his pupils dilating and moving about in her general direction, still unable to focus on one thing.

“Slut” he said, his voice simple and matter-of-fact. Diabetia glared, and attacked, screaming something, but the buzzing kept it out. He was alone right now, in the dark. In his thoughts. He had no idea where he was, but he didn’t care. He felt the pain, the hot, wet feeling of blood trickling down his chest. But then it stopped. He felt the world blur back into focus.

Diabetia lay on the ground, her side with a large gash, her eyes still strong with hate onto him. How did this happen? Disease looked around, wondering who had attacked his mother, hoping to thank them. But no one was there. He was alone, completely, except for the mare.

Did he do that? No. Impossible. He remembered nothing. But perhaps he had. It must have been him. Good. What a good feeling, to finally tear into her flesh, to see the mare laying down at his mercy. Shall he just dispose of her now and get it over with? Would that make him happy, would that quiet the buzzing and dull the pain in his head?

He placed his large hoof on her chest. Her eyes widened, and the breathing became ragged and labored as he put pressure on it. Just a little more, and the ribs would snap, and she would be dead. A smile played across his face as he went for the final push.

But he couldn’t. Why not? He tried again. No! He couldn’t bring himself to kill his mother. The creature was the product of his hate. Why could he not kill her? He tried to go back to the dark place, the place that let him attack her first. But he couldn’t.

“Next time, you die, Sweetness” he hissed, adopting the cruel nickname his father often used. He lifted his hoof off her chest. The mare got up, laboring to regulate her breaths again. For a moment she stared at him, not with a look of fear, but a look of hate. How arrogant of her, he just spared her, and now she dare glare at him?

Disease rolled up his upper lip to reveal his long fangs. “GO!” he roared, stopping on the ground. She backed up a few paces, and went off into the woods. Disease swayed back and forth as if drunk. He closed his eyes tight, then re-opened them. His headache just kept getting worst.

The moon rose, like a torch that was lit with white fire. Casting shadows over the plains, waking up the evil that lay hidden during the day.
Lying in the dirt away from any shelter and protection was a young colt, coloured like death. It was aching inside and outside. After all it was visible, bite marks and bruises, deep cuts and scratches.

Tortured each night with the terrible memories of its meeting with its mother. His first master Plague had brought him to his mother, Diabetia. She was the ugliest type of his kind that he had ever seen, with such bright colours imprinted on her, smelling oh-so sweet and sugary. He was disgusted to have any relationship with this… this… thing.

She it had seemed was equally not as thrilled to find out he was hers, she charged and attacked him viciously. His first master had to step into the fight and calm her.

I have naught but a tip for you little one, learn, adapt and take revenge. They need that dose of torture too, after all you like torturing your sisters and brothers…

A lackey, a tool, a weapon. He was nothing worthy of tender love or parental affection, nothing special or ever something to be proud of--nothing but Plague's physical embodiment of torment to Diabetia, of the tainted control he wielded over the mare. He was nothing but a toxin, a damned poison that would forever dwell within his mother's memory as a tangible representation of the tyrannical rule that Plague still held over her now, and perhaps forever more. His mind had already been damaged by his father's teachings, warped and twisted until the young colt had come to accept the world through Plague's eyes: his father was the one that held power, and for that reason, Toxin had no choice but to obey him, to learn from him--and to understand that Plague was doing this because he could. Only those with power would maintain themselves within this world...of that, the colt was certain.

Of course, from the things he'd heard about his mother, namely her wretched insubordinance, Toxin could hardly find himself respecting the mare as he did his father. Had she learned nothing when his heavy hooves would strike her body, when jagged teeth would pierce her flesh until the blood matted her fur and she stank of carrion for days? Or perhaps that was a privilege that Plague reserved for him alone.

His gaze was not yet as hollow as his sire's as he eyed the white kalona who stood motionless before him, the ghost of child-like curiosity flickering within his eyes before it slowly died away--tainted with the lessons that Plague had inflicted upon him. His little body, already bruised and scarred, was held proudly, and he allowed a dismissive snort to issue itself in her direction. She was no mother of his, to have fled so cowardly from his father's lessons--and to act so surprised when he'd come back to take her again.

As Diabetia watched the horrible sight of her spawn standing so proudly at his father's side, his mingled colors reflecting both her beauty and the insufferable hues that had marked her apart from the rest of the kalona as well as Plague's undeniable heritage, rage slowly bubbled forth, her deceptively delicate features giving away to a bared expression of utmost hatred. With a scream, she'd lunged, a snarl roaring forth as she rushed at the colt with the full intention of rending him to bits.

The young colt had gone stiff-legged with surprise, feeling his body disgracefully flood itself with fear as the mare pounded towards him, his eyes wide. And without warning, a dark mass sprang in front of him, teeth flashing as Plague drove off the crazed kalona, forcing her to retreat less she feel the snap of his teeth on her flesh. And all the while, Toxin's thoughts raced, drowning in a wave of helpless confusion. She'd been so powerful, so without hesitation! Yet Plague was still stronger, leering at her even as she angrily tossed her head, demanding why he'd brought him here.

"Surely you've missed your little Toxin, Sweetness..." Plague's deep, gruff voice had been colored with a sadistic sort of pleasure, almost a purr as he arched his powerful neck to better look down upon his mare.

She would have devoured him had she been given the chance, would have struck him down and trampled him underneath her hooves until he lay silent, broken and bleeding. Though his sire hardly cared for him, he'd never hated him as she did, didn't glare at him while burning accusation smoldering within those pretty eyes...Shaking off the last, bitter remnants of his fear, Toxin straightened himself unsteadily, warily slinking behind his father, lips curling back to bare tiny fangs in his mother's direction. So--this was how it was. Though she was weak, weaker than his father, she was still stronger than he was now...and she would have killed him herself, if only given the chance.

Was it not a mother's job to love her spawn? Toxin found his thoughts muddled, his ears pinned back as he stared balefully at Diabetia. She'd scared him once--it wouldn't happen again. Yet...The colt's ears twitched with silent realization, muscles rippling quietly beneath his taut skin. Plague had brought him for a reason. By simply looking at him, she'd been unable to contain herself, going so far as to directly disobey the stallion in order to try and attack her son...Did he not hold some power, then? The power to drive his mother insane and force her to do something as stupid as rise up against his father. Or was it something deeper? Something...more?

Her hatred made him uneasy. No child wishes for the hatred of their mother, not even when one such as Plague makes themselves the tyrannical ruler of said child's very existence, the only aspect of their life that they struggled to impress. Toxin fought to become powerful enough that perhaps one day, he would show his father that he was no tool, no weapon to be crafted by sheer brutality. And as dark, liquid eyes flickered across his mother's pale hide, Toxin felt pity. His mother was too weak. She had tried and failed to break free, too worthless to help herself, let alone care for her son. No wonder she hated him. She knew that he'd be able to do what she never could--grow strong, able, and supple, break free of the chains that held him, and obtain the power he needed to forever dominate those who thought otherwise. With this newly found purpose held close in mind, tucked away in the shadows of rebellious thoughts that Plague sought to beat out of his son, Toxin contented himself to watch the mock-battle between his sire, and dam, knowing without hesitation that, no matter the tricks she pulled, Diabetia would always lose.



The growling whisper of a storm echoed across the gaping plains, the sky having grown dark and ominous with foul temper. The storm that brewed would ravage the earth, drowning those too small to escape the floods of nature's wrath while savage bolts of lightning would rip through the heavens themselves. Of course, there were the sentimental fools, the ones who spoke of the 'new beginning' that always occurred after the storm, the new life that would spring forth from the damp soil from the wake of destruction's putrid breath. Such silly notions were to be scorned and cast aside, hardly even worth his consideration. No, it was the heart of the storm that captivated his black soul, the heat of the moment where the wild raging was at its peak, and the gods knew no mercy as they howled with the wind.

There was an endless drone in his ears, brought by the mindless humming of insects that had been called out by the thick, sluggish heat that often crawled out whenever a thunderstorm was about to rear its head. Even now, thick clouds of them sprawled across the sky, blending in with the darkness above, blissfully unaware of how so many of them would be snuffed out when the rain truly began to fall. For a time, the stallion had stood motionless, as though waiting for the inevitable destructive power that would eventually spill from the sky, ragged, dry strands of his mane draped across his powerful shoulders.

With the next cackle of thunder, he slowly lifted his head, dead eyes staring across the open field, glazed with past horrors that had long ago scarred his mind and branded him with the harsh touch of his sire. But the shackles of servitude had finally slackened, and, seizing the bit between his teeth, Toxin had fled, just like his mother had long, long ago...

Even now, that sweet, candy scent trickled past his flaring nostrils, and the ghost of his mother's memory shimmered to mind. Was she so close? Toxin remained silent for a moment more, then stepped slowly, muscles bunching and rippling underneath his ill-kept coat, commanding attention and obedience with each, powerful step that propelled him forward. It was with a feral grace he moved, not particularly slender or slinky, but with broad, raw strength. And when those hollow eyes finally fell upon the dazzling display of sugary colors that marked his dam, Toxin felt his lips curl back slowly, baring ragged fangs in a bemused grin. Still so weak, his mother...

As soon as the sickly sweet smell of decay had reached her, so like his father's, yet somehow subdued, Diabetia had bristled visibly, snapping herself around, legs planted firmly as she snarled at her child. "Dragged yourself all the way out here just to see lil' old me? How sweet."

"You think yourself worth the time?" A deep, bass voice questioned, resonating within his chest as the stallion chuckled. "I did. I haven't seen you." Not since their first meeting--not after she'd made it quite clear that she'd wanted nothing to do with him. But that was fine...Toxin understood her pain, and could sympathize with her weakness. If only he had any sympathy to spare for the occasion.

"I meant to keep it that way." Diabetia spat, sneering as her tail flicked agitatedly behind her, furious upon finding the splitting image of her helplessness.

A rumble of amusement issued from Toxin as he shook his head slowly, venturing closer despite her growl of warning. "I've come to forgive you." Came the silky reply, a tendril of ruthless satisfaction burrowing into his heart at the shocked look that spread over her face, quickly replaced by outrage. "Your worthlessness could have hardly protected me--but you helped me to understand what's truly important in this filthy little world." Ignoring her sputtering snarls, Toxin strode closer, his great wings unfurling within the humid, storm-bathed air. "You hold no power, and because of that, you were made to suffer. So, I did what you could not--I broke away from him, and I will be the one to surpass him. No longer will I be crushed beneath the hooves of others. No, in this world, there is only master, and slave..."

His nose bumped roughly into her shoulder, yanking itself back as teeth snapped furiously at his face. "Don't touch me!" She hissed, furious as she danced back and away from him. Toxin let her, his lips curling with a grin. "You know your role, mother. You always have. Just as Plague knew his. And where would I be without you? You've opened my eyes to the world, shown me just how wretched your lifestyle is...Why, to think I might have ended up just like you."

Those massive wings beat once, twice, and Toxin was suddenly airborne, the deep, baritone note of his laughter lost within the thunder's rumble as he spiraled away from the enraged and hurt mare, settling back to earth once he'd disappeared out of sight. No sooner had he landed did the heaven themselves part and the rain roared down to flood the world below.

How lucky for him to be able to enjoy the ferocity of the storm after such a satisfying victory.

(( I'm hoping i can still join even if i don't have a Soquil yet.... ))

Name: Odio (Meaning: Hatred)




Odio stepped back as his father jumped in. Ear layed down against his head as he layed down watching. A evil, sly grin crossed against his tiny face as he watched his father place his good for nothing mother in her place.

Odio himself has felt the wrath of his 'father', if that was what you could call him. He respected the Stallion who has taken care of him since emerging from the basket that he rightfully called a prison. That was the only time his mother 'liked' him, when stuck in that prison, he could tell.

Once Plague had finished with Diabetia, Odio looked up at him. Without a word, Plague had hardly looked back at Diabetia and walked off. Odio took that as his signal to follow his father. He looked back at Diabetia, the grin not yet off his face. He gave her a look as if to say prepare yourself. I will get you back someday for attacking me.




Odio layed in the grass, hidden from any passing. He spotted something pink walking in the corner of his eyes. A grin passed across his face as he looked back to see Diabetia.

He had always enjoyed being with his father. He never regret Diabetia leaving him with the Stallion. Plague had taught him much in his childhood. Diabetia and shown him nothing through his childhood, so why should he not have the chance to treat her the same way.

That sickening pink that stood out on his mother. Standing up, he watched Diabetia. " Well, look who decided to show themselves. " Diabetia had lifted her head to looked at Odio and her ears went back against her head.

" Father has taught me much. Things you may have never been able to teach me, but then again. You were never around to teach me a thing. " Odio watched at Diabetia's eyes were glued to him. He loved it. Fear, he wanted to be feared, just like Plague. Odio nodded. " I see you have nothig to say today. We must meet another time. " He watched past Diabetia, shoving her out of the way as he did.

Nix perched behind the briars close to the edge of the deep woods waiting. His breath burst forth in steamy tendrils, blotting the black of predawn. Diabetia. He turned forth the name again with a hiss, sticky and bitter off his tongue. To him she was nothing more than a vessel in which he once existed in darkness. There was no light in the birth, only pain and abandonment. Discarded. Tossed aside. Nixed.’ Henceforth his title was more than a name, but the description of his worth. He was nothing once, as nothing will ever be again. But first...the problem at hand.

The mare stomped through the roughened path. Nix had set in motion a series of events that would lead to her demise, or so were his wishes. After all, she was unworthy of the word ‘mother.’ She was none of the sort, nor would she ever be. A mother was one who looked after the offspring that came forth every spring. It was unlikely that she would ever bare that title, as he would never hear her utter ‘son.’ It was a bridge that was long crossed and burned in his mind. In fact, it burned so bright that it was disgustingly improper luck that he had survived all these years.

One step more, he prayed. Just one step. Silently he urged the mare to carry on. She would travel into the charcoal night and slide on the dampened earth, skittering uncontrollable into the gully below. There, she would break an ankle struggling to keep her footing, slamming one leg after another on debris torn from its resting place. She would remain trapped within the jagged stones at the bottom. Although this gully was not normally the deadly sort, Nix wished it to be his private hell. The injury would stop the mare from returning to the path, and her cries would remain unanswered as his own had been for so many moons. Revenge would be bitter sweet.

However, a small pang ate at his insides. Somewhere within his twisted brain a part of him still held claim to Diabetia. Perhaps it was innate. He shook his mane in the dark. Orange glimmer straddled the mountains in the distance and dawn would soon be on the horizon. The mare slowed her pace and paused mid-step as if she knew he was there. Nix held his breath tight.

“I know who you are,” she spat. “I didn’t want you then, and I don’t want you now.”

One phrase and all compassion he had left, poured outward with the dawn. It spread across the sky blood red, crossing his eyes, searing his heart. He was nothing, evermore, and she was nothing to him, eternal.

((Oh ok thanks. xD Sorry for asking so much and being confusing. x3))

Torture mockingly stalked towards the pink and white Kalona that stood before him of whom he was the spawn of. Diabetia was supposed to be the wretch of a mother his father had told him about and who he had only met a few times. Those few meetings had not gone well and had always held at least one attempt on his life which had always been stopped by his father. Now whether that was a good thing or not, the young Kalona did not know. All he did know was that he had strived long and hard since his last encounter with his mother to become like his father in every way possible.

Being the one out of his siblings that most looked like their mother, Torture had it the worst growing up. When his father was angry or in a fowl mood, he was always to one he would go to first to abuse before moving onto the others. It wasn’t until after his father had stepped in to save him in his first meeting with his mother that he had decided to do everything he could to be like his father or be what his father wanted him to be and do everything that was asked of him. Now he was grown and meeting his mother yet again, years later.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Has the hag come to try and kill me again?” he sneered at his mother as she glowered back at him. “Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I am not so little anymore and I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

The mare just continued to stare at the stallion before her. Yes he was of her blood but she did not claim him and was not impressed with his statement. “We shall see about that.” She said before lunging at the stallion before her.

Torture mirrored his mother and lunged at her with equal force. Before they could land a strike, a black kalona jumped in between. Plague stood tall and proud giving the mare in front of him a look that stopped her dead in her tracks. Torture stopped also, ticked off at the interruption but not showing an ounce of it. Turning to his son, Plague stared at the stallion, making him go instantly into kneeling. “Now is not the time for this. Did you honestly think that I would not find you or find out about this?” he said as the stallion cringed before him. The corners of his mouth turned up in a crude smile at his sons obvious fear of him, just as it should be. “And you, what did you think you were going to do? Kill my son? That would not be a wise choice on your part.” He said as her eyes shown with a hatred so deep that he knew if she could she would have killed him the first chance she would have gotten. "You one the ground, leave my sight! Go find your pathetic siblings and think about what punishment you deserve for disobeying me by coming out here." he spat at Torture.

Without a word he rose and walked off. It was not over and it would not be over...not until he could confront her and win, without interuptions and without his father interferring.