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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 7:10 pm
 
The dark form of an obviously female stuck out in plain sight in the clearing, like an apple in a basket of berries. Her long azure and golden mane brushed the luscious green grasses as well as her equally lengthed ebony tail. She snorted unsatisfactorly, she had gotten into another fight with her siblings. How could you not, three boys, who think they know it all against one female. Male dominance, my a**. She huffed as she kicked the same tree again...she was progressing. Though the tree was already hollowed and dead, she had made numerous punctured wounds among it.
Her anxiety and frustration seemed to swarm over her, almost as if it were a second pelt. She could feel it inside out, and it seemed nothing could heal this heat but only antagonize it and make it grow. Hence she had moved to a more remote area hoping not to get bothered. Icy blue eyes scanned the lands, not a single breath of wind even roamed here. She was the only one making any sound, movement or life.
The female wasn't a male hater, just hated it when they started to get egotistical, conceited and thought that females were a subspecies meant to do their dirty work. They had another thing coming if they thought that was happening and black eyes to prove it. Her head dropped looking to the tree, she watched it in disgust but for now she would play content. Pretend that she was some what happy?
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 11:31 pm
Like a ghost, a vagrant and a drifting nomad the mutant passed through the open plains. His lifeless orbs of darkest blacks narrowed in front of him while a menacing, spaded and spiked tail swayed behind him as a quick defense and use for offense if any damn soul dared to give him trouble. Spikes continued to adorn his head as well where the long, sheer locks of purest crimson, much like fresh blood, dragged slightly across the ground and yet somehow never caused the stallion to stumble or lose his footing. The question still remained of where was he going yet no answer could come. Ezriel needed to clear his head, his mind and his entire being from the rapture of pain, mixed emotions and sadness that tormented him.
He had agreed to two days- in two days Reaper would come find him and the mutant stallion would give him his decision: Go with his father or stay with his mother and siblings? He shook his head and snorted, flaring his nostrils as a cloven hoof pawed at the ground.
It wasn't easy and yet time felt as if it was slipping away all too quickly.
Ezriels eyes simply focused upon the remnant and less trodded path ahead of him as he stared off elsewhere. He didn't care to chat with anyone, he didn't want to waste his time concerning himself with anyone or anything. He wanted to be left alone.
A scowl curled upon his maw as he continued to cross through the empty plains. "Just damn-tastic," he cursed low as he picked up a lingering scent of another nearby.
Well f@#$- as long as he could pass by without being stared at, spoken to or mocked it would be fine yet somehow that seemed unlikely. Everyone always had something to say.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 2:19 pm
The female was getting bored, she felt like flying...away. Far, far away perhaps so she didn't have to come back to her brother infested land. Bah, she knew she still cared for them. She couldn't leave them, they couldn't survive without her. Such a silly thought. Plus why would she go some where, where she might not be wanted or needed. That would be rather pointless. Her cool blues roamed over the grasses as she arched her neck to scent some of it but something else caught her attention. A prescence, a slight growl lit her throat. What was the big f$^#ing deal? Could she not get any down time? The scent wasn't familiar show she decided to ignore it and go on with her daily life. She didn't want anymore drama nor need it.
As it came closer, she picked out that it was a stallion. Great. Just f$#^ing great. It seemed her anticipationg and frustration was growing. If anyone could calm that wrath more power to them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 11:22 pm
Nostrils flared as his ears twitched, lifeless black orbs of nothingness glanced around as a foul snarl curled upon his maw and took hold of him. A cloven hoof pawed savagely at the ground as the darkness within seemed to stir and douse over him. Inside of his head he could hear the voice hollar and howl, scraping and clawing at his mind as his senses became alert and aware of another presence nearby.
How his skin seemed to prickle and that menacing spaded-spiked tail behind him swept and severed the long stalks of grass and brush nearby with one quick swipe. His head turned as he managed to catch her glancing at him with an obvious look of, what was interpreted to be, disgust and rage.
He chuckled to himself darkly with a flash of his teeth.
"A d@#$ fool," he mused as he shook his head and let the remnant rays of the sun catch a gleam or two from his adorning horns and spikes that crowned his head. "It would be liberating to wipe that disgust off of her d@$!-tastic mouth with one simple swipe."
It amused him to see females act so hot-headed, tempermental and so agressive. They created drama- it was as if they fed off of it like mana or ambrosia to keep themselves young and prestine but it only made them a b#@%! to the cliques of society and to the twisted reality of what was right and wrong, good and bad. Those that strutted themselves across the plains as if they were the seasons new hot s#%@ were a prime target in Ezriels favor as those were the mares who more often that not were the ones who believed they were 'chosen' and above everyone else. His mouth opened slightly as his jaw opened wide enough for his tongue to slide across his teeth and crimson brows to narrow in her direction.
That's right b#@%$, he was lookin' straight at her and making it clear to her that she'd best move on or he'd gladly be the one to stick a spike up her @$#.
If she wanted to f#%! around with him then she'd suffer the consequences.
The darkness within himself broke free and washed over him completely. It felt good, too good, to be whole as it was a sensation that he had always craved and now- he couldn't imagine having to live life without it.
He had nothing to say to her- simply he gave a flare of his nostrils and a loud growl that rose up like hackles of a demon like beast or Kalona as his tail lashed out behind him.
D@!$ females.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 3:21 pm
[[She hadn't seen him yet. razz It's okay. I should have wrote more and explained more]]
She moved around, she couldn't keep herself still. It was something about that scent. Her ears flickered back and fourth, back and fourth. Her own nostrils were flaring, she couldn't describe it. Her long mane fell in her face as she attempted to graze but couldn't rid the feeling in her stomach, it was as if someone were watching her.
And thats just what was going on, she looked up to see the voidless eyes of a stallion. One she hadn't seen anything like. Spikes protruding from his face and tail, not like Kila's. She would have attempted to be polite if he didn't look like such a hard a$$. Those spikes could do some serious damage and she wasn't an idiot, she wasn't going to piss someone off who already had something up there a$$. It didn't seem quite appropriate.
Truth be told she didn't want anything to do with him, not to be rude. She had just left to a remote spot to get away from the stresses and gossip of the family and the teepee. She wasn't the type for it, she wanted to live a life she could enjoy. Not one that would make her spiteful and others happy.
She lifted her neck so she didn't look as if she were trying to be agressive. She was actually being rather submissive from her usual self. He was threatning her though, she could feel it. The hairs upon the back of her neck rose.
She wasn't in the mood for this, she wasn't going to stare him down though. "Are you alright?" she asked in a harsh tone, hiding her fear. Her icy blues watched his tongue slide across his teeth. It made her want to back up, but it would be a sign of weakness. She wasn't weak but she wasn't the strongest either.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 5:40 pm
He shook his head. He could feel the conflicted halves of himself creating a inner battle that only brought about rapture and pain, inner suffering as he winced and snorted while his nostrils flared and empty orbs glanced away from her. The kind part of him, the light and compassion that his mother had filled him with, seemed to soothe the torment within as he breathed deeply.
Crimson brows furrowed as a cloven hoof pawed at the ground, head lowered slightly with the deadly, crescent array of spikes and horns narrowing towards the mare.
Ezriel squinted his eyes and swayed his spaded-spiked tail behind him. "Just d@!$-tastic," he growled, ears flicking back as he studied her- noting the fear that seemed to hide within those already icy, cold blue orbs of 'forget-me-not'.
She was a complete strange and the things that troubled him, the things that haunted him and burdened him were those which he wouldn't share nor tell to a complete stranger. The mutant studied her, narrowed his eyes even closer. There was something about her that made her appearance faulty, as if she was holding back something or trying to hold true to strength for some ungodly reason and show that she wasn't a coward. Again, typical. He'd seen it so many times it was like a repetative and horrible grim tale that was engraved to the typical soquili's behavior and he had only met one who had broken that chain, Zevach, and that young stallion had learned from him and still continued to learn from him even till now.
But there was something strange- something similar about her that seemed to scream apart of himself. Oh yes- he could faintly see it but it was there. Somehow he felt as if there was a strange likeness and, thus, he took a blind stab at the cause as it seemed it was most prevelent most situations.
"Running away from family s#$% I take it?" He remarked low, reserved as he directed his attention upon her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 5:50 pm
He really wasn't any different from her, she could see the inner battles that tormented him. That seemed to prod at you until you fall and then as if to slap you and say 'how could you do that?', 'why would?'. She knew, she knew very well. His just seemed to get the better of him now, she wouldn't make assumptions, or get into his life. It wasn't her buisness. Nor was it his to get into her, though if it would soothe him why not? It's not like she would see him again, right?
"Perhaps, or maybe its everyone in general. Ever get tired of other's bull s%^# that you don't want to be included in?" she made it rhetorical. What would the point of asking questions if he hadn't answered the first. It would be stupid.
If only she knew what roamed his mind, she knew Zevach and well. She had brawled with him as a foal and bruised his eye. He had a better silver tongue at that age than a fighter.
Truth be told she was a coward, she didn't want to face her father. She was scared of what he would say, react. She was supposed to be 'his' girl right? Standards...bah.
Her eyes were still upon the stallion with a blood colored mane and such vibrant colors if she wanted to look away she couldn't. But not because he was different, because she didn't want to. Her tail flickered once as if she were getting to comfertable. Why should she talk to him any different than anyone else, he wasn't. So she'd be herself. If he wanted to hurt her, fine. So be it, she'd take it. If she really wasn't in the mood at all and backing down she could fly. She'd doubt it, he had to have a conscience some where, but the look in his eyes at times made her think.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 2:20 pm
Yes.
Within him the inner battles and brawl between light and dark raged onward, a continuous and unceasing war which had yet to find balance alongside one another. But yet such looks were so decieving- he knew, Ezriel knew all too well. When those had no idea of what hell and pains weighed the soul down it was hard to assume that such a cause for hostility and ferocity could be pinpointed with a certain cause or event that had disrupted and altered the life of the individual. The mutant could feel it-that anger, that hatred yowling and hollaring within him as it felt as if it tensed his muscles and attempted to control him yet Ezriel closed his eyes, pawed at the ground and, once again, looked up towards her.
He sneered, snorting with a flash of teeth. "Ever get so f#$@ing tired of damn rhetorical questions?" He wasn't in the slightest amused. It only made him a bit more aggrivated.
"You have no goddamn clue in hell of what misery and betrayal is. And hell yeah- I get tired of people bulls#$% when they try to make themselves look so d!@%-tastic and f#@&#xin;g great compared to others just because of their lack of understanding and goddamn stupidity that gets them killed because they underestimate you." Those lifeless orbs narrowed as he swept his tail behind him. Why his emotions seemed to be getting the better of him left Ezriel confused.
In a way it felt good but, on the other hand, he never did show any emotion besides anger and thats all that would come forward from out of him.
"Oh, but the best has to be that when you are the spawn of your father who is a known malicious, cold, bloodlusting mutant- somehow you're suppose to embrace the truth and become like him and when others tell you differently you don't know which f#$&#xin;g side to take or choose. Let your family die by the hands of your father or join your father and watch them die? Well s#$%! Not much of a goddamn choice!"
His breathing became heavy as his jaws gritted together. "So am I alright? F@%@ no!"
He turned away from her, growling slightly as he looked towards the rolling hills towards the mountains. To think that he only had one day left, one day until he told his father decision made his stomach slightly churn but he had long made his decision as it seemed the only way to help protect his family and keep them at bay from the fathers wrath. Though he couldn't help feel anxious and vengeful yet so many emotions clouded his thoughts and entire being that it was too confusing and he pushed them away.
That feeling, that desire to rip, maul, shred or destroy overcame him but he stood there- muscles tense as he winced from the invisible invalids pain as, for the moment, he had nothing to say to her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 1:34 pm
Her head tilted slightly as she watched him. She didn't look to him with sympathy or pity. She hadn't a clue what he was going through, why would she pretend. If her family was threatned...she would die for them. Not for the glory, the name or any other but she loved them. And they were there for her. Why should she let some stranger...slaughter them. She wouldn't stand by and watch.
No.
She smiled grimly, "Nope. I really don't."
She trotted closer, she could see something else in those eyes of his. Some part that could be seen as something other than hostility and rage.
"Why would you let them die, if you have a choice...and you don't pick your father's side which seems vaguely psychotic...why would you let them. Why not fight for them?"
Obviously he did have something to say, cause he just spilled some a lot of beans..."I would agree with you though, I wouldn't be content if someone gave me two choices that put me between a hard spot." she added.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 8:53 am
He didn't need a look of sympath or pitty. He wanted answers, he wanted to know exactly what his father, Reaper, wanted and tried to divert a way for his family to be able to live without fear of him. Wasn't there a balance in all things- even in darkeness and light? Ezriel flared his nostrils slightly as he could feel the darkness within hollar and claw at his mind, tearing at thoughts and feelings restlessly like a wrathful creature searching for soemthing to soothe its lack of entertainment or its hunger. A wince passed upon his lips as he snalred subconciously.
Damn.
As the inner battle raged onwards inside of him it was only progressing worse and worse to a state where Ezriel feared that it would get the better of him and cause even more problems and tension between himself and those around him who he did care about.
His voidless, empty orbs narrowed as the mare gave a twisted smile of a sort. Oh- he didn't like that. And as she trotted closer almost as if searching for him, the stallion jowls gritted together as his spaded-spiked tail swayed hesitantly and irritatedly behind him. Just who did this mare think she was? Coming towards him as if inspecting him or searching for something- whatever she was looking for she wouldn't find it and even the thought of such a thing made the hairs upon his neck bristle slightly.
But somehow, in the back of his mind, it was almost as if he very well knew what she was looking for. Zevach had once pointed it out: it was a light, a light within such voidless, empty orbs that could be seen only if one looked for it.
Had that drawn the mares curiosity?
He doubted it.
Ezriel snarled and gave a snap of his jowls at her. "I never said I would let them die! I want to go to the source and try to divert him from wanting to harm any of them. If I die then I die. But there's a hell-bent crazy part of me that wants to know more about my father since no one knows much of him and for some ungodly reason or another I want to know about him, everything."
His shoulders slumped as he gave a heavy sigh and simply nodded his head. The young stallion wasn't content with the option given yet there was no 'door number three' to choose from.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:52 pm
The mare watched him as he seemed to become agitated...it didn't phase her a solid bit. Which was farely unusual.
"Well..." she thought for a moment.
"If you chose his side...you'd be letting them die. The way you're explaining it. Correct me if I'm wrong. Thats for the deep, dark side of you wants to know more about the beast from which it came. On the other hoof, you have your family and seems like you care for them and don't want them to all keel over."
She looked to him, searching...searching those eyes.
"The hell-bent crazy part is part of you but are you going to let it take over you?" she asked. He didn't seem as quite so hastey as he once was. Sure his tail was freaking her out but there were worse things he could do.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 12:59 pm
He listened. Those white ears flicked from time to time as his void-less orbs of blackest, black narrowed towards her. For a moment the mutant bit his lower lip and shook his head. "But if I join his side I can do something to stop him- it may seem like a damn good taks for a suicidal mission but wouldn't taking the source head on be better?" His crimson brows furrowed and he then nodded his head.
"Yeah- I do care for them and I'd never forgive myself if I couldn't at least protect them," he admitted with a low, honest tone.
It was strange as it seemed that the mare continued to search within his eyes and, all the while, Ezriel remained standing rather curious of her. That cold, wretched darkness that consumed him from time to time had melted and dissapated and the 'real' stallion stood before her then. He didn't question her or blatantly demand an expalaination of why she kept looking and searching for that 'something' within his eyes. In fact, he seemed to let a small, small, smile spread across his maw as his spaded-spiked tail hung limp behind him. His posture had loosened and his stance was more relaxed- that tension that had caused him to become taunt and ridged was no more.
That feeling of a renewed rejuvination coursed through him with a small dose.
Ezriel pursed his lips again and shook his head.
"No- I can't let it take over. I think that if it did that I'd be the one stirring up hell and causin' a row or become just like him and I don't want that. But the thing that scares me is that I know its inside of me," he sighed, pawing at the ground subconciously with a cloven hoof.
"I just wish I could get rid of it- or make it go away."
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 4:33 pm
Her tail flicked, "But your siblings, if you took him down as a team...would that not be a quicker win and a stronger team?"
He was in quite the predictament. Her eyes drifted over him, he had changed. He didn't seem quite so agressful...resentful. Almost normal besides the emotional state he was in. Who wouldn't be? You'd have to have the coldest heart not to. He had one, and he could feel it. She could tell.
It was like a twelve step program for him. He knew it was there, it was like a disease something he couldn't get rid of. Like her own hard headed-ness and anger. Except his was stronger, which meant he had tobe stronger to fight it, willing. And he was, because he was doing it.
"You know it's inside of you, but...you're not letting it take control. I can see it." her soft eyes glance to his darkened ones, she didn't have to pretend not to fear them. Because she didn't, almost as if she trusted him with this small meet. For she could tell that there was something good in him. "What's your name anyways?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:15 pm
Ezriels' pale ears flicked slightly as he pursed his lips. "I wish- Dante's too scared and fearful and gets held back. He's pretty complex and my sister, Meera, I don't see her very much. Every since I was little I scared her because I'm the one out of the three who looks distant from them- she never did like my spikes or my eyes." It still hurt him to think that she was always so quiet and hesitant around him but what could he do? He tried his best but it was a failed attempt. The mutant shrugged his shoulders.
"I just feel like I'm the one who can do it- for them and for my mom."
He had changed- Ezriel himself could feel the difference and the light within as it had broke through the darkness and chase about the inner demons away for the time being. Even his heart seemed to beat stronger which could only mean that the stallion was very much alive and tangible just like any other individual. Though his looks were something that could strike fear into ones heart or the timid, he wasn't quite bad. Actually, if one got to know him better and unveil the true stallion they'd be quite amazed to see the potential that laid in wait within.
Ezriel nodded his head. "Sometimes it can but its just another battle and demon to fight off. I just have to take it one day at a time." Those void-less orbs of blackest-black leveled with the mares. He was feeling much more comfortable and it was good to at least meet someone new and be able to have a simple conversation of sorts.
Although at first they didn't quite start off on the right hoof, he too saw good in her- a bit more good than he saw in himself.
To her question, he gave a small smile. "Ezriel. What's your name?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 7:51 pm
She decided that deep down inside of him, that was what he wanted. The down fall of his malicious father. For he sounded like he cared, deeply for his own family...more than she could perhaps say. She didn't hate them, missunderstood...very much so. "My name is Isis," she stated simply. Her cool blues watching his as they leveled hers. She had felt back about his sister, he couldn't help the way he looked. She understood that, she really did. Atum used to get all the attention for being the cutest, she got the reputation of being the rebellious child that wouldn't listen. She sighed softly to herself at the thought.
"I like your spikes and your eyes," she smiled. "They can be intimidating at times, but I like them." her tail flicked as she attempted to cheer him up. It looked like he needed it. Though she usually wouldn't be the master of that art. Must have gotten it from her dad...it didn't come from Sekhmet.
She had felt better as the conversation had proceeded. She couldn't help but smile back when he did, "A smile suits you better, you know." she winked as her attention was taken by a bird that flitted past her before her attention was drawn back to him. He was rather complex, but who wasn't. She could see that, he was the type if he wanted something done he could and would do it. For he did have the strength and the power if he allowed himself too.
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