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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:55 am
Why the hell she thought that one horn could conquer a male whose head and tail was comprised of adorning spikes didn't matter- the only thing that did was that he won.
A small, scattered grin curled slightly upon his black maw as he kept a wince from flashing upon his face and managed to snarl slightly. Although he had managed to give the unicorn a gruesome defeat, her horn had seared into his right shoulder and cut across his chest and luckily the cut was not so deep. But he held himself well and continued on his way towards a small lake where he could clean himself off from the spatters of dried blood that clung to his hide and as well as to clean up his wounds.
Ezriel traveled alone like he always had and for as long as he could remember it was how he wanted to live; alone and away from everyone. Growing up was never easy as he was tormented and constantly whispered about as he was near a mirror image, with a few differences of course, of his mutant father, Reaper, who had raped his mother and left her for dead. One could only imagine the look on his face and the hatred of knowing that he had offspring born by a mare who was thought to be dead. But those rumors, those whispers, about his mother and how he and his siblings looked stirred up great anger and fury within him and a great darkness, one that his father held, was born within him as well. It consumed him- it enpowered him and lead him to be unpredictable; one moment he could be meek, silent and rather kindly like his mother and the next he could be bombarding one with blows with his spiked devil tail. But with darkness, there was also light- love, compassion and a kindness that abided within him from his mother alongside the hatred, the mistrust and the bloodlust from his father.
To say the least, light and dark never ceased to fued within him for control and it sometimes left the stallion with confusion and a bitterness. Living with such great forces of light and dark at a constant brawl left him upset and his emotions on edge.
Was he happy? Sad? Tired? Non-chalant? Or seething with bloodlust?
It was all so unpredictable.
Drifting towards the small lake like a forlorn soul, Ezriel slowly began to enter into the waters with stepping at a casual pace as his soul-less, black orbs focused upon his reflection while he ventured deeper into the waters. The stallion flared his nostrils slightly as the water breached upwards towards his chest, continously staring at his reflection.
It was strange.
Somewhere within him he felt as if he couldn't recognize the one staring back at him but he pushed the thought and feeling away as his long locks of crimson mane floated somewhat upon the surface of the lake giving the illusion as if some force or unexplained event had caused the water to become much like blood. Ezriel remained silent and watched as the dried blood upon his fur began to dissapate and vanish into oblivion. As his fur became cleansed, the mutant stallion waded towards the shore.
As the water neared over his hooves and halfway up his legs, the pale, ghostly stallion lowered his muzzle into the water and stirred up silt and mud and collected it upon his nose. Ezriel slowly lifted his head upwards with the sludge toppled upon his nose and drew his muzzle towards the wounds and slathered the mess upon his open wounds to seal and protect them from infection.
He managed to give somewhat of a growl and snarl as his teeth remained clenched together- trying to disreguard the pain.
"Just damn-tastic."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 9:41 am
The dark silhouette walked amongst the trees. Her eyes full of a hidden sorrow that she could never tell. She didn't feel like herself but she felt like a walk and a breather was what she needed. She could scent a water scent by the lingering scent of algae and the lack of the rush it was most likely a pool of some sort.
But then something else came to her, a scent from one before...soon the memory came back of the white male, of long crimsoned mane and spikes adorning his body. Ezriel, but something was wrong she could smell the sweet nectar of fresh blood and the decaying of old blood. It didn't take her long to move quickly among the trees like a bullet. Her wings clung to her side not to brush among the roughness of the trees.
She remembered the male well and his dilemas with his family, some how she knew something hadn't gone to well. Hopefully it hadn't anything to do with his father whom she disliked just from hearing of him from Ezriel. She could feel a sweat come from her brow as her chest heaved from the clearing to see the pool and Ezriel.
He was caked of blood and gore. "Ezriel?" she questioned knowing full well who it was, just of his situation. She wanted to know what happened to him. She walked towards him and into the waters as she brused near his side to inspect his seared chest. She looked to those orbs that were so familiar, as she tilted her head. "What happened?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 3:22 pm
As the cool mud from the lake remained slathered upon his gashes and wounds, the mutant stallion clenched his jowls and snorted. Behind him his spaded-spiked tail flicked restlessly behind him as he closed his eyes momentarily. He could feel the inner demons still amused and celebrating a great victory over Heavens Tear but Ezriel hadn't meant to leave maliciously defeated on the ground- yet she had challenged him, the unicorn had provoked him and enraged the darkness within. It was her stupidity that had brought it upon herself. Stupid mare. His breaths fell silent as the tension from his back and muscles began to slowly loosen and a searing pain from the great gash from the horn of the lowly unicorn caused him to scowl and flick his ears back.
The afternoon was fading into the early evening and shadows had long began to gather and grow thick in some areas around him. He didn't mind it- in fact, he welcomed it yet there also abided the fear of the darkness inside of him and what it was capable of. A cloven hoof idley dug into the mud and silt of the lake as his eyes opened. A light, familiar scent began to waft within the air and it caused his head to perk up slightly and his ears to twitch.
It was an all to familiar scent; a mare- yes. He knitted his crimson brows as he tried to remember and a name was fumbling upon his tongue for several moments until her voice broke through the silence of the early evening. The large stallion glanced to the side as his void-less orbs of blackest-black found themselves watching as a winged mare neared closer and closer which caused a small, scattered smile to appear on his face. "Isis," he spoke, rather low and reserved but with a hint of a friendly tone. "I-" words couldn't come easily and Ezriel couldn't help but tense slightly as she brushed near his side and was making her own notes of his current state. He only wished that she didn't have to see him like this. There was a part of him that was ashamed and another part of him that could only grin inside of him that he had proved the unicorn who the threat was.
He was covered in blood and tattered with scars and searing gashes. It was easy to see that something had happened and the stallion was a mess.
"I...I don't know. I stumbled across this unicorn and I told her to leave me alone and somehow tension escalated and the damn thing charged at me and was trying to prove me wrong or kill me." His lip pursed slightly, quivering as he leveled his gaze with hers while his front legs trembled. "Then my emotions- I couldn't control them and I retaliated the attack and pummeled her to the ground and left her worse off than I was"
The stallion gritted his jowls together while his front legs continued to quiver. He could feel the darkness and inner demons yowling and scratching at his mind- he shook his head and flattened his ears. For the moment he didn't feel good and a rush of emotions seemed to wash over him all at once causing his body to tense and become ridged, a snarl and growling emitting from his chest as he stepped back away from her and lowered his head adorned with spikes and closed his eyes.
Ezriel became silent and remained standing with a defensive and rugged posture but then turned away from the winged mare slightly.
"Just...leave me alone."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 1:56 pm
The mare smiled softly as he did, he did have a charming smile no doubt about it, but it soon faded as well as her own. Her legs seemed to sink within the mud leaving her to paw upon a few rocks to keep her stable as she watched him with orbs that told no lies and that she did sympathize for him yet as much blood upon him that didn't scent of his own made her think that he had bled the unicorn to death...it was so much. But even more her heart went to him for she knew of his inner battles and he was wounded himself...but she knew he could control it...she did for she had seen it the last time. In the beginning it seemed that perhaps they too would have killed each other but it turned out to be a subtle friendship.
The trees shadows drifted to the pond as the sun moved, like a duet in a dance. When one moved so did the other. The dance of light and darkness. Her soft orbs watched as the evening light made his crimson mane seem all the brighter bringing out those voidless orbs an abyss.
"No." she stated simply to his demand for he had not left it a question for her to leave. She simply would not and could not leave. She echoed his own movements, only slower so she could look at him. "Why didn't you just leave? If someone is so bull headed and looking for a fight, leave them to their own demons...you don't have to involve yours." she replied softly hoping to catch his eyes and perhaps not his tail. Though she didn't believe that he would hurt her, perhaps if his emotion took complete control but she didn't think Ezriel could let that happen...
She could feel her own mind begin to spin with questions that wanted answers. It was as if her thoughts were taking clubs to the insides of her head and giving her a nasty headache but she wouldn't say the things that were coming to her mind. The morbid thoughts were not him and she wouldn't let herself think that. He was better than that and she had seen it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 9:49 am
Pale ears flattened against his head slightly as the stallion glanced back towards her. Isis was stubborn just as he was and it was definite that the two would clash over some things yet a mutual understanding or seeing eye to eye had fixed a sticky situation once but- well, this was rather different since the two of them had become, in a sense, closer and more familiar with one another. Ezriel pivoted to face her as his void-less orbs watched her as her movement mirrored his own which caused him to flare his nostrils slightly with a realization that, again, this wouldn't be left alone. Isis seemed like, perhaps, the only mare who had the courage to stand up to him besides Eponine.
How he managed to win their hearts without trying or what they saw in him still frustrated, angered and puzzled him.
He listened while his crimson brows furrowed slightly and his tail lashed out behind and away from them. He snorted, digging a cloven hoof into the ground as he narrowed his eyes towards her.
"I couldn't leave! The damn thing wanted to kill me and wouldn't leave since I was near the water and she was blocking the only entrance and exit out of the grove," he retorted with a slight acidic tone. "She brought hell upon herself by taking the first strike and all that s**t she said- I couldn't let it go! She spoke about my father..I just.." his forelegs continued to tremble as he clenched his jowls. Heavens Tear had made the wrong move against him and underestimating him had brought her own demise upon her.
"It was her own damn fault for trying to attempt to kill me- I did it to protect myself. Last I saw of her she was still alive and she's a f#$&#xin;g unicorn! She can heal herself!"
What else was there to say? Not much. The stallion stood there and faced her as he intook a deep breath and exhaled, shoulders slumping slightly as his expression stayed somewhat emotionless and much like stone. Again he found himself confused, conflicted and unpredictable and it seemed as if this curse, these demons, would not let him be.
What was he suppose to do?
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:22 pm
Her head tilted at a slight angle watching him, indeed she was as bull headed as he and she had felt they had more of a connection than she had with any other stallion so she would stand her ground. Her cerulean orbs narrowed as he seemed to anger at her. She stared into those pitless orbs she could see her reflection in his glassy eyes.
He hadn't won her heart, yet. If that was his intention. She simply cared for him in a friend like manner, or so she thought. She had never experienced loving someone in that way and having them love her back in the same detailed manner. It just seemed all together awkward to her.
"Why would she want to kill you?" She nearly cringed at his voice it was so different than before...she wondered how the mare could have known of his father and such details perhaps the ones that look innocent were the ones that were truley mangled and guilty on the inside. It made her scorn stereotypes with a furious passion. That was the second time he had mentioned she wanted to kill him...but his tones were so different did he regret it. She stood in front of him, as if both were to be judged by another. The female could feel his warmth colliding with her own making her legs tingle. But she had to focuse on the situation at hand. "Don't take those tones...please?" she asked with a soft voice.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 3:09 pm
For a moment as she spoke, Ezriel clenched his jowls and grumbled slightly before he managed to take a deep breath and to calm down. His rage over the days events caused his muscles to tense and where the gashes cut deep, it caused the stallion to wince slightly and curse under his breath. Glancing back towards the winged mare, the pale-white mutant took a deep breath.
"Sorry," he said, low but with honesty. He bit his lower lip slightly as his spaded-spiked tail swayed to the side of him. But as his mind focused upon the subject of their discussion, Ezriel shook his head as his ears flicked to the side.
"I dont know," he answered, much calmer and relaxed. "It was a stupid feud that began because I told her I didn't want to be disturbed and wanted to be alone- so I told her to leave me alone and somehow it escalated into a bloody battle. I don't remember what she said but- there was something inside of me that wouldn't let her get away with it, that boiled and wanted to make her give something new to fear. She attacked first, I stood my ground and couldn't let her try to stab me through the heart- so I fought back." Even then he could feel that dark presence lurking wihtin his mind, cackling and howling with laughter as his mind seemed to reflect upon the scene of Heaven's Tear defeated and bleeding upon the ground.
Unicorns- he didn't like them. With that mare being the first (besides Glamrock of course as that Unicorn would always hold a place in his pedestal of respect and admiration) he already disliked them.
A searing pain coursed through his open wounds causing the stallion to submerge his muzzle into the water to collect silt and mineral muds to slather upon his wounds once again. As enough clung to his nose, Ezriel lifted his muzzle out of the water and began to apply another coat to each wound with a slight wince.
"If she comes near me again I'll kill her," he muttered, a small growl rising from her throat. "I will be her downfall if she so chooses again."
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 7:20 pm
She shrugged, "Okay," she replied to him as he spoke of killing her. Hey, it wasn't her and the femme sounded like a complete b***h. "Others should mind their own damned buisness." She edged closer to him, "You alright though."
She gently blew on his wounds letting the mud bandage dry. on the outer coat. It wouldn't crack open unless her did something really rigourous or dunked himself in the water. Her ears flickered to him as she looked at him with soft orbs, "...It's alright." she replied to his apology.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 11:41 pm
The adrenaline and anger even still continued to course through his veins as his muscles attempted to loosen and relax but the recollection of the damned fool and her belief that she could teach him a lesson seemed to cause the hairs upon his body to bristle and stand on end. But the stallion tried to restrain his rush of emotions and darkened desires as he watched Isis edge just a bit closer. Ezriel managed to give a small nod of his head, a cloven hoof clawing into the ground and dismantling the foundation.
"I'm fine," he replied low and rather reserved, more than normal with the pain dealt physically and both mentally to his mind.
His mind began to wander, drifting within the depths of his thoughts as she blew upon his wounds- not realizing or sensing it at first while his ears seemed to swivel and flicker until he could feel the mud begin to harden as it pulled at his hide and slowly sealed the wounds from infection, bacteria and anything that would disrupt the healing process. Ezriel continued to simply stand there as his eyes reverted back elsewhere and upon the water as his reflection stared back at him and his stomach seemed to churn.
He hadn't done a damn thing to provoke her. It was all her fault for nearly bringing her own death upon her.
The mutant clenched his jowls momentairly just before he caught Isis looking at him. Glancing back towards her, he shurgged his shoulders as some of the tension seemed to melt away from him and muscles loosened slightly.
"Am I that terrifying? Am I so damn horrific that people feel as if they need to challenge me to a fight or has the whole damn world gone mad?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 10:51 am
She watched at how upset he had gotten, from one's stupidity and hatred towards someone different from themselves. It was wrong and if she ever met this stranger she wasn't too sure she'd let her live either. She hated to see him like this. She watched as he didn't oppose her getting close to him. Despite what he looked like, he could be gentle...soft. More delicate than the blossoms in spring. It was other peoples' hatred that brought it out in him. Indeed one ripple in the river starts many more. She sighed softly.
"I don't know if I can make it hurt any less Ezriel."
Her eyes narrowed, "If you were that 'damn horrific' I wouldn't be here now would I? I don't know if the whole world has gone mad either...but I do know that no one deserves to be treated as you have. Just because your different doesn't mean you are bad or worth trying to fight. It's there own damn stupidity that they can't see what you are truly worth. You have potential beyond belief but no one is giving you the chance." she replied softly.
She knew that he was one in a million but she didn't think that he did. "And Ezriel, I don't know where I'd be without you. Because you made me realize you can fight inner battles, instead of letting them win. To that I consider you a great friend." she smiled softly as she watched him. Her eyes acted as if they wanted something more, but they never showed to much. She let her bangs fall in her face as she looked to the skies and back to him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 8:56 am
The stallion pursed his lips, crimson brows furrowing slightly as he exhaled a deep breath through his nostrils. Even as she was very close to him, Ezriel could feel that darkness inside of him begining to subside; the mare was a needed friend, someone who certianly helped him align his perspective and reason as to how something could be dealth with or seemed to know how to soothe even the deepest of wounds. Ezriel glanced towards her, nodding his head slightly. There was no remedy to make the pain become numb for the heart seemed to battered and bruised that it was quite a feat to keep it from becoming inflicted with so much pain. Yet with someone close by him it seemed that his mind was able to help distract him from feeling his own anger gnashing voraciously inside of him.
"By you at least being here with me makes the pain less," he commented honestly. Friends were in short supply, to tell the truth. And even though at first both Isis and Ezriel seemed at two sides of the spectrum, Isis was one whom he cherised. To him she was one of those mares who could tell him like it was; straight and honest. He needed more friends like that who wouldn't sugar coat or disguise the real facts.
The stallion chuckled softly, musing a small, minute smile to tug across his maw.
"Perhaps. I think the whole damn world has gone mad; perhaps its my own fathers reputation and my own looks which I inherited from him that drive them away- though I sure as hell can't say I'm not perfect nor bliss in innocence and good."
No one was perfect- that was a given fact. But the very thing which he kept hidden away from most was the fact of that strange, chilling voice that seemed to haunt him. It seemed that when the darkness consumed him and his emotions seemed to uprise and rebel that the voice was ever present to instruct him, no- coax him and manipulate him into doing what needed to be done. For as long as he could remember it was always there; the voice had haunted him since he was a foal and seemed to linger on with him even now. This voice, little did Ezriel realize, was his inner thoughts, emotions and a side of him that was just as dark and vengeful as his father. It was something that would never cease to get what he wanted and constantly conflicted with his sense of innocence and light which he had inherited from his mother. Speaking of such a thing was strange and never had he ever tried to explain it except to Tal but she was his shrink and therapist, so to speak, and to her he failed at trying to hide anything!
His mind wandered slightly as he mused. "Potential. My father had told me I had potential- he wanted me to follow in his path and become just like him. Is that what others see in me? Built to kill, maim, rend and shed blood?" Ezriel's posture stiffened slightly as he shook his head.
"But what does the damn world know about me? They don't have a hell of a clue."
If anything the stallion felt as if he wasn't even included in the account of one in a million. All of his life he had been turned away, struck fear in the eyes of other and had certianly been blamed for destruction and his fathers dealings. He didn't want to be known to be the son of Reaper, Ezriel wanted his own identity- he was his own individual and certainly not a damn pawn to anyone. His ears flickered slightly as his soul-less orbs looked towards the mare- shifting his head as his long, flowing locks of crimson swayed gently with a passing breeze. Ezriel could feel a similarity even moreso between he and Isis- it was strange and even as she continued to speak there was certianly a sense of trust and friendship and perhaps something more but there was a hesitant feeling and even still a tendency to keep at a distance rather than burdening himself with pain or hurting a friend.
"You aren't so bad yourself," Ezriel managed to grin with a small laugh.
As the mud was slowly crackling and drying, the young stallion glanced upward towards the skies as well for a few moments until he looked over towards the mare. The pain seemed to become prominent again but the stallion ignored it as he swayed his tail behind him- noticing something.
"Is something on your mind, Isis?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 10:33 am
Isis smirked, "Prove them wrong, what the hell does the world know?" Her orbs watched him, "Though I wouldn't prove anything to anyone. If they can't see it the first time, they sure's hell not going to see it the second time. They're stupid for keeping to themselves and stereotyping everyone whose different from them." she sighed. This was true, after all she was friends with Ezriel. He really wasn't as bad as he thought he was. He seemed to be bringing himself down. She was friends with Richard too, a skin walker. He hadn't killed her yet so she thought she was doing pretty damned good for a wind soquili. She smiled, all you had to do was give someone a chance.
"I'm glad that me being here is helpful then....I'd hate to be a waste of time." Why would she be somewhere where she knew it be useless to go? Worthless. She knew she was worth something somewhere. She just had to find it.
She smiled as he did, truly his smile was the most contagious. Perhaps because she only saw it ever so often. A rare moment indeed, which was always something to celebrate. Especially in conditions like these. Where he could have been treated so poorly.
"Just because you are expected to follow in his footsteps doesn't mean you have too." she responded. "You have your own mind and your own feelings. You've already expressed them tonight, so to say you're a cold blooded killer like your father would be false."
She laughed softly, "I'm glad I'm not as bad as I seem...but I have my moments." she admitted. She knew she wasn't perfect, but admitting it made her feel better. Those prissy a** soquili who thought they were perfect made her sick to her stomach.
She looked up rather, shocked. She didn't know that he was as alert as she was at the moment. "Not really," she furrowed a brow. Her brother was better at concealing his thoughts, it was something she really hadn't had a grip on. "Why?" she inquired.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 8:11 pm
It seemed as if the current says were ones where no soquili nor beast that roamed the land could dare put too much trust in those who appeared somewhat out of the ordinary. It was a stereotype and a mental wall which many seemed to place in front of them in attempt to keep the unknown and the unwanted away. Too often it seemed that others enjoyed to live in their own seclusion of bliss and oblivion where misjudgement and misconception seemed to infect the minds of countless much like the common cold. Chances were rarely given yet always accepted and even still many lived in fear; it was a cycle, a story. Often it seemed to be much like a childs bedtime story or warning a worried and cautious mother would give- to avoid those who looked scary and to never talk to a stranger. Perhaps this was the cause of such treatment that seemed to fester about like the damn plauge.
Ezriel shook his head. He didn't care- he would prove them wrong, prove them all wrong and fight back. Thoughts seemed to stir within the confines of his mind as he glanced towards the mare once again.
To the stallion it was perfectly clear to depict that something was on her mind, something that perhaps could correlate with his own thoughts? Probably not. He pursed his lips slightly, a crimson brow arching upwards as his spaded, spiked tail grazed above the grass with a sleek and fluid motion that swayed back and forth.
"That's a damn lie and you know it," he mused, a small laugh rising from out of his chest as he took a step closer towards her. His void-less orbs narrowed slightly. "You just seem to have a lot on your mind or you're holding back something that you want to say. Trust me, I can read my brother Dante like a book and I'm the same way- I never do like speaking openly or spilling out all of my damn thoughts to others because sometimes they won't give a damn or they won't understand anything. But I do."
For several moments Ezriel remained standing there, his eyes drifting up and off into the skies. Though he wasnt' quite sure of what could exactly be on her mind, he was curious and just like she had been there for him Ezriel was going to do the same for her.
"What's on your mind?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 2:59 pm
She laughed as she watched him, "So?" she questioned him. "It may be a damned lie but its pointless over babbling about it." she added. She walked closer to him and stared him in the eyes. She was almost close enough to him where there noses grazed but she was sure not to touch. Always a safe distance away from everyone...
She raised her brow as she smirked softly. "In my opinnion then, you know me to damned well." she laughed.
She sighed softly as she turned away from him. Her tail flicked behind her. "Family issues, and expectations that are set too high." she looked back to him. "My father doesn't approve of my friends...nor who I'd choose to be with the rest of my life." she could feel her eyes water but she wouldn't cry. She's never cried. "I never fit in with them and my mold will never fit. Though they think if they add a little water they can make me."
Her brows knitted together, "I'm so confused Ezriel." she sighed deeply. "The ones that I care for the most they hate, the ones that will protect me they fear. My brothers make it a very fine point...but not Ares. He could never say such things. He was raised by a unikalona because our father didnt know how to deal with being a dad." she scoffed. "And he wondors why we are so accepting."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 8:40 am
He mused a soft smile, their muzzles nearly grazing against one another but, likewise, he too kept a safe distance away yet at a comfortable level. That hesitation, that wall that he often put up still seemed to draw him back- a shattered souls such as his couldn't easily find security and that need to shroud himself and keep at bay seemed rooted within his mind as a typical cycle that repeated over and over again. The pale white stallion flicked his ears slightly, watching as she turned away from him while his crimson brows knitted. Isis's overall posture and change only conveyed that something was wrong; hell, even he could decipher something as simple as body language and emotions!
The stallion exhaled softly through his nostrils, ears again seeming to flick back as he listened. "It seems family issues are pretty damn common between us and expectations always seem to be forced and set for a parents own cause. That's how my father is- though I'd much rather not consider him that," he commented, a frown tugging at his maw.
Even the slightest thought about his father made a knot in his stomach and a feeling to eminate which never did settle well. Although there was a part of him that understood his father and seemed to be drawn in curiosity to him, there was a darkness within the heart of the young stallion which wanted to become superior or to become something much more than his father although he didn't want to reign in bloodshed, fear or be known for killing the innocent and the twisted- Ezriel wanted to differentiate himself from his father and become something even more powerful. One could kill those who were seen 'unworthy' and 'pitiful' in means to enstill fear within the hearts of others but the young stallion was searching for means of a way without bloodshed. How long had this mess of horlicks gone on? Did no one feel as if they could stand up to Reaper? If anyone was to, Ezriel wanted to be the one to break the damn cycle.
Ezriel nodded his head. "I can relate to only a part of that- and that is that I don't fit into the same mold as my father for whatever he's looking to mold me into and even my own siblings. My mentality and sense of what I am meant for is skewed; there are parts of me that are fractured, shattered and have yet to be put back together which leads to inner conflict. I can feel it- its a horrible pain which I can't escape." A cloven hoof seemed to paw at the ground below, tearing up the earth while behind him his spaded and spiked devils tail swayed with a flicking motion.
"Its something that perhaps they will not understand and a voice that they can not hear which plauges me."
His muzzle inched a bit closer, tapping against hers lightly and once as he offered a small smile. There was a part of him that seemed to feel a slightly similar pain solace with a pins and needles feeling- causing him to grimmace slightly but he pushed it back. For a moment his lips pursed slightly, ears flicking upwards as he tried to gather up his thoughts and decipher exactly what to say. It was a bit difficult, to be honest, but that wouldn't mean he wouldn't at least try.
"And you let them stop you? You let others stop you from doing what you want, caring for those around you who they see to be a damn threat and a horrible monster? Sometimes you just have to ignore whatever the hell others say or prove them wrong- it hasn't stopped me," he commented.
"My mother was raped- raped by my so-called-father Reaper; instead of abandoning us she raised us, my siblings and I, who were reflections of him. Everyone scoffed, gossiped and whispered about us- wondering how she could ever raise us or even bare to look us in the eyes, especially me since I resemble him the most. I've lived through all of that s**t with people gossping, harassing and looking down upon my mother, my family and I because of what I am. Do they have a damn clue of who I really am? Hell no! The world will never be accepting of things that it can't understand; its those damn pre-set connotations of good and evil and if they're too stubborn to see that there is an ounce of light even in the deepests darkness then let them stay stubborn, let them stay resilient and unmovable in doubt and hatred. Hell, let them become consumed in it! It will consume their energy to hate- so let them become weak."
His jowls gritted slightly together as he exhaled deeply through his nostrils as his long, crimson mane swayed- caught within the light breeze. "We're accepting because we know what its like to have the whole damn world against us. But all you need to do is just prove them wrong and do what you feel is right. Why let their words and thoughts stop you?"
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