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 Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 8:19 pm
The days had grown chilly, the colors of the leaves and grass had changed, and yet still life was utterly dull. She hadn't found herself interested in the least over what the remainder of her family was doing, and could only assume that by now her vain mother had devoured or absentmindedly left her brood of foals to their deaths. Which would leave her two younger adult brothers still alive, as far as she knew, who were both better off dead, in her opinion. As for Father... well, Father was Father and that would never change. He didn't come looking for her, she didn't go looking for him.
So there she was. Just.... there. How terribly boring life was.
Grimacing, hot pink hooves found themselves making the long trek across the field towards the forest she knew her parents to reside in. The creek was nearby, so hopefully some kind of creature would be around for her to munch on, should she feel energetic enough to hunt it down. If not, she'd make due with whatever she could find.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:00 pm
A fair contrast of black and white stood in the way before the creek, making the large leather-winged mare blare out through the neutral surrounding trees and ground. She had wandered for days, at a time, and with each new set of days, she would visit her mother less and less. After all, she had all the tools necessary for independent survival--a set of three horns, both useful in destruction and recreation (healing the nasty scratches she'd get if she got into a prolonged fight with a bigger prey), and her enlarged kalona wings made capturing quite easier, if she didn't intimidate first with her daunting blackened hooves. It wasn't easy to NOT consider the mare something conceived of anything less than corrupt; her otherwise pearly white body was covered in darkness, it was almost as if she accidentally stepped into it!
But her darker tones always HAD been something her mother felt disdainful towards, so in actuality it WAS by accident that she inherited her unfortunate father's genes. So, without a second thought, the mare dipped her head into the creek, instantaneously feeling the rush and cleansing the water gave her, and as she lifted her head from it, she felt much clearer than before.
And with the clearing of the senses, the mare picked up a faint scent on the wind that somehow reminded her of... something. It was almost as if it were familiar, yet... She snorted, ignoring the beckoning of the smell. If it came closer, perhaps then she'd give it some more mind. But for now, she thrust the bottom half of her face within the confines of the creek, bringing herself back to childhood memories--the days when her mother would teach her exactly what was nice and not, and filth was high on the list of the unwanted.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2007 10:00 pm
Lazy eyes glanced about as she headed towards the creek. Expecting nothing, her eyebrows rose as she saw a familiar white figure standing near the water in the distance. It was just her luck that should she WANT to avoid her family, they would show up.
Rolling her eye and tossing her tangled maroon locks behind her ears, she contemplated turning about and walking off. She was in no mood at all to face the likes of her priss of a mother, but the dark shadows across the creature's body made her pause.
Was that her mother?
Curious, she continued towards the creek, suspicions rising. Perhaps that wasn't Diabetia after all. But if it wasn't her... who could it be that was so bright and such an eyesore?
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 2:59 am
After shaking off the dew droplets from her face, the mare breathed out a silent sigh as the faint scent drew nearer. Of course she couldn't get time alone with the creek! Licking her lips, preparing herself for perhaps a meal that was willfully coming towards her, she turned around slowly, putting an alluring smile on her face for show.
But the dark figure strolling towards her looked--what? She blinked twice, thinking twice at the sharp bright pink hooves and familiar assortments of the white, pink, and parts of black that she knew at home. The stranger stunned her, for the moment, and the mare stood still, hooves locked onto the ground. It wasn't fear she felt, nor confusion... It was the feeling of delayed realization.
She, being firstborn in her brood, had shown keenness and good perception in her life, so she was not one to question if the incoming stranger was related to her or not. Of course. What else would explain the almost duplicate three horns gracing each of their heads? Her eyes narrowed (though one would never have been able to tell, as they sunk into and matched the accompanying deep black marks around them) and she held her position, wary of the other's actions. If her sibling was anything like what her mother had told her, she would definitely not want to go into an immediate fight without first calculating weaknesses and faults...
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 8:46 pm
She was curious, but not stupid.
No, this was definitely not Diabetia, but it was still a kalona. Granted, a bright white kalona that hurt her eyes just as much as her mother's skin did, but she had the fangs, horns, and wings to prove she was no easy opposition despite her appearance. That, and as Torment neared, familiar hollow eyes looked back at her, examining her in return. Hollow eyes that were all too familiar in appearance. Even more, the tell-tale marking on the young kalona's side gave away all Torment needed to see to know who this creature was.
Her sister.
The white and black creature standing before her was none other than her baby sister. Which meant Diabetia hadn't managed to get at least one of her brood killed, and, judging by the healthy form of the mare, she seemed to be well fed and strong. What an awful stroke of luck to befall Torment on such a blah day as today. Recalling her earlier days of spying on the pink and white kalona, Torment knew Diabetia instilled the hatred she had for her other children into this generation of spawn. No doubt this mare would have the intentions of a fight, and Torment couldn't give a Plague's rat's a** about jumping into a brawl, not when she didn't feel like getting into one.
At last she opened her mouth, her eyebrow rising. "Where's your mother, little girl?"
To emphasize, her head turned sideways, glancing in both directions as if to expect to see the familiar eyesore she herself called Mother. Spotting nothing, her attention drew back to the black and white figure standing before her. "Lost, I take it?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 9:31 pm
Time seemed to freeze and was slowly testing the black and white hybrid kalona's patience as the two individuals continued to examine the other. The mare's gaze remained expressionless as her older sister questioned her, making the very crucial mistake of looking elsewhere for a moment--her degenerate sister was lucky that she wasn't about to strike out during that weakened, blind moment.
She let silence seep in before she would let her own voice dignify her sister's. That, and she had questioned whether she herself would oblige her sister's degrading questions. Obviously the words were meant as insults, but that did not phase the black and white mare. Not a bit.
So she decided to take on another choice of conversation, refusing to answer the ridiculous questions the sister had presented. "You shouldn't bark out such harsh words in response to your insecurities."
She took a moment to sniff the air, the idea of the father she had never met, yet still resented may be near intriguing her. But nothing in the air seemed to be disturbed; her mother had made it a point that her father's presence would have been known straightaway if he were anywhere close. That was a loss to her elder sister; surely she wouldn't have that much of an offense without her father.
"Why don't you run to your father now, before you get hurt?" she offered an empty threat. She didn't expect a battle to ensue at all; she was above such antics at this early stage of... meeting another.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 8:42 pm
Her fangs grew dangerously close to baring themselves at the younger mare, the mutant female unused to being talked down to, when typically she did all the snarky remarks. Only Taint and her Father had ever mocked her, so hearing this feminine voice taunt at her was strange and infuriating.
"I bet you've never even met him, have you?" She finally asked, willing herself to calm down. There was no point in taking the bait to this comment, not when she could continue on herself. Bright pink hooves stepped forward, growing ever so closer towards the white mare, though Torment knew to keep a good distance between the two of them. There was no telling what this female might do, having been raised by the one member of the family Torment held no ties to. A smug grin spread wide across her lips as she retorted, "I bet you don't even know what he looks like, do you?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 10:15 pm
She feigned a retch as the other inquired whether she had met her father. Why would she wish to meet such a horrible, ghastly thing so soon, to taint her life before she had to? She knew inside that she would one day see him, but until that day came, she held no desire to make it come sooner. That, and something had told her that she needed some sort of intense physical training aside from the mock plays she had gotten into with her siblings when younger. Something told her that when facing her father, she would need to display some type of...prowess. Despite his ugly character her mother made him out to be, it didn't seem like an encounter with Plague would be very pleasant.
"Enlighten me, sister," she hissed as she pronounced the last word, "Why would I want to imagine his atrocious image? I have an idea of how he looks like, yes. He's the reason why a good bit of our features are foul, such as your unkempt hair." She smiled as she watched her sister close in, letting her tease sink in. It wasn't that she thought herself to be ugly as well, in fact she thought herself to be the prettiest of her brood. She had no silly pink and white hair to mismatch a black body and overly large dark magenta wings that got in the way like Havoc, nor did she possess the awkward feathered yet kalona-like wings Discord had. She found it easier to intimidate without the bright pink that her mother sported and admired. However, she did find it harder to keep her mane in as good of a condition as her tail; it tangled and got in the way at the wrong times, such as if it blocked part of her peripheral vision while predating on a meal. That was when her father's genes would create an irritation.
"What did that thing we call a father name you, anyways?" she inquired curiously. "Or would he have even granted you and your brothers one?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 12:45 am
If it hadn't been so blatantly obvious, with her dark legs, eyes, and hair, Torment would have had to make a second glance at the mare, to ensure it wasn't indeed Diabetia herself. For this daughter, in her words and speech, made a clear reflection of how she was raised and how she was taught. Her focus on appearance and disdain for a father yet to be seen was evidence enough that she had been brought up by her mother.
The older girl snorted, and tossed back her so-called unkempt mane, the long strands having fallen in front of her own face and inhibiting her view. She may not have been born the most beautiful of Plague and Diabetia's children, but she knew she wasn't the ugliest by a long shot. It only proved further that this young thing had yet to run into her older brother Tarnish. Now he was a sight to behold, if any of them were.
"I may have his unkempt hair, dear sister," she echoed, emphasizing the word that linked this creature to herself, "But you most definitely have his eyes."
Those damn creepy eyes. If it wasn't bad enough that he had them, he had to share them with not only one, but two of his offspring. Shaking her head, the oldest of the six children let out a yawn, not caring if the other girl saw that she was growing bored with the conversation. "I was named Torment... as in, tormenting others? And what, pray tell, did Mother dearest dub you? I'm sure it must be adorable and cute, to match her.... pinkness?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:01 am
Noticing the subconscious toss of the mane, the large kalona-winged mare knew she had hit some sort of a soft spot in her sister. She hid a smirk in response, and when her sister had replied to her commentary on the hair, she gave a small bow, eyes still on the other's every movement. She knew her eyes, and the blackness around them were from her father, as neither her younger siblings displayed such emptiness in eyes, almost as if they were devoid of life. Even her mother had voluntarily displayed displeasure or discomfort whenever the two made eye contact. At an earlier point in her life, she would have considered her eyes to be a detriment to her character and look, but now, she used it to her advantage. It clearly made a lot of work easier for her, as it seemed that soulless eyes apparently scared things stiff, especially if gazes were locked.
A frown found its way onto the mare as her sister opened her mouth as if in invitation for all passing insects to come in. What lack of tact. Did their father really teach his own set of children to be this nonchalant and distasteful? She had half a mind to lash out to teach her something, but instincts restrained her. Something much older and more experienced, she could tell, had a better chance of retaliating successfully.
As the mare's sister presented her name, she felt an urging need to scoff. "Torment?" she repeated in a jeering way, "Tormenting others? I'm disheartened to hear that one of us doesn't live up to her name very well."
She smiled malignly as she began a slow circle around her elder sister, now gauging her physique. Her wings had not been as big as she thought they would have been, like Havoc's, but at least they weren't as dark and grungy. Should she give away the very name that unsettles many others?
"I'm your one and only Dismay."
A pause came as the smile continued to be ceaseless on the mare's face. No doubt the name her mother gave her was better than a father's name. How little males were capable of, much less repugnant ones! However, now that they were on the subject of family members, Dismay couldn't help but feel a slight hunger for more knowledge... or was it just because she felt a sudden familiar feeling in her stomach for more sustenance?
Whatever the source, she chose to inquire first about her origin. There were no visible creatures present, which was to be expected if caught in a scene with two half-kalona mutant females looking like they were going to rip each other's wings apart. "How do you hold up with your brothers and Plague, then?" she asked, alienating the name of her father from herself. She didn't need to be associated with that if she could help it. "You all must have done something despicable for her to loathe so much... Barring the ill physical presence."
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 11:13 am
"Well the only dismay I see about you is the fact you're still alive after that twit of a mother attempted to raise you." She quickly shot back, her gray eyes narrowing. If they kept this sort of banter up, there was no doubt a fight would ensue.
Straightening herself up, she shrugged her shoulders casually, awaiting the other mare to finish looking over her. "A name is just a name. And living up to any given name is for the bearer alone to decide. Wouldn't you agree, May?"
Pink tipped feathers ruffled as Torment watched her sister eye them. Dismay donned the standard looking kalona wings, like her mother had, though at least her sister's wings didn't burn her eyes with the horribly tacky pink her mother wore. Overall, Dismay was a very... blandly colored horse. But it suited her, compared to how the rest of the family looked. In fact, without the horribly little sweet looking birthmark on her side or her father's ghastly eyes, Dismay could potentially hold no physical ties to the family, appearance wise.
"It wasn't any of our doing, I assure you," Torment remarked, ignoring the additional insult thrown her way, "In our mother's eyes, being conceived was our guilty crime. Plague, however, stopped her from devouring us directly after birth, like the horrible fat pig she is. We were raised by him, and, I'm sure, raised far more better than she could possibly raise the likes of you and your siblings. Tell me, are the other two still alive, even?"
It still amazed her that at least one of Dia's foals had made it to adulthood. With a mother as fickle and vain as she was, it came as a large surprise to see her having paid attention to something other than herself.
Tired of being scrutinized by the younger mare's gaze, Torment once again shrugged her shoulders. "So what now, sister? Are we to stand here all day trading insults with one another, or is there something better we could be doing with our time?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 9:51 pm
Dismay had to simply laugh away at her sister's retorts, stopping for a very brief moment to wonder whether she should feel sorry that she had to spoil Torment's day with the knowledge of her existence. Her sister seemed quite distressed that with the coming and aging of their parents' new brood, there was going to be competition amongst the family. To the Dia-vowed sibling, the in-family rivalries were appealing that it gave her a slight adrenaline rush thinking of a fated family reunion in the not so far off future...
May was something new, the mare thought, but certainly not pleasing, along with her forsaken sister's assessment of living up to a name. Dismay wrinkled her face in irritation, choosing to end the topic of names in favor of her family. An eager ear flicked towards Torment, and the words were absorbed with much indulgence.
"Marked as criminals as soon as birth, I see, while we were born as blessings," she commented.
She sniffed disappointedly as she thought of her mother eating her own children. Obviously her elder siblings must've been so poor and defective that they needed to cease life immediately after birth. If she were in her mother's hooves, she would have definitely eliminated the children she found to be weak or simply atrocious-looking. And Torment was definitely a step down in the looks department, if not more.
"Discord and Havoc are still breathing, if that's what you desire to know... Mother raised me and Havoc well, and Discord, for the most part... We have another sister, that I'm afraid is at odds with herself. Not a mentality from your side of the family, I hope, as it's trouble to deal with. Mother wouldn't let herself bear children from anything that weak-willed." Dismay lazily glanced elsewhere all the while she was answering her sister's inquiry. Indeed she had grown under Diabetia's wings, and, being the eldest, she thought herself to be the best of her bunch. Subconsciously she lifted her head strongly, proud of whatever she had accomplished under her mother's care ever since birth.
Until, rudely interrupted by the tiring sister, her attention was lost to the self-confident thoughts. Dismay closed her eyes for a moment as if to calm herself from the nuisance of a sister, and thought.
"I see, and I agree with you, dear sister," she mimicked Torment's tone in the word, "but ever so delighted to have met you. Fantastic job Plague has done in raising you... Do you care to show me how exactly one would survive under his training? Would you even be able to conquer a--baby hare, now, would you?"
Dismey's tease was obvious, as her sister did seem to apparently still roam the grounds alone, surely thriving on bigger prey than mere hares... However, the extent of training that her father would have given the siblings he raised interested her, and she could not help but try to hold back a hair of worry that her older sister was way more formidable than herself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 3:44 pm
"Blessings, or curses? You were conceived as a mistake, just as the rest of us were, and are no better than the other five that share your bloodline. You were born to replace us, not become your own individual self. Dear pink Mommy only allowed you to survive because she wanted her revenge on Father... not because she actually wanted you to begin with!"
Pausing, a smirk drew upon her lips, as if a new revelation had just appeared from thin air into her mind. "And, actually, as a matter of fact..." she started, one hoof slowly dragging itself across the ground, "You wouldn't be here today, if I hadn't allowed for it. That's right. Before you were even born, dear Mother and I had quite more than any mere argument, if you know what I mean. You should thank your worthless brother Taint that you're even breathing today. Had I finished what I'd started, you'd be nothing but a simple memory. An unborn foal that never was."
Her gray eyes froze in contact with the empty black ones of her newly found sibling as her grin remained where it was. The challenge had been issued, and it wasn't a challenge that Torment would dare refuse. She may have been born with clashing colors, she may have been born the least fairest of the group, appearance wise, but she had not been born weak. Nostrils flaring, she nodded her head slowly.
"I fear you've underestimated the training your older siblings have been taught, darling Dismay." The older mare continued, "But it doesn't matter. For I will show you, and perhaps you'll learn to respect your elder siblings, who've no doubt been blessed with greater intelligence than anything our fair mother could have instilled into your little brains."
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 11:45 pm
The blood sister could not help but listen with an austerity to Torment's words, trying to feign a boredom while the voice droned on. She had never questioned the type of thinking involved that led to her creation, but the new knowledge that Torment supplied was... a bit interesting to say the least to pique her curiosity. But that was all in the past, and little details of that nature didn't need to be dwelled upon, so Dismay brushed it aside momentarily to give her sister a big grin.
"My humblest gratitude for taking mercy on me and the other siblings, then," she praised happily while faking a small bow, "And if I ever find the time to see this 'Taint', I will make sure to pay him my respect as well. But such things are just minor... ah, misconceptions that aren't very relevant; what matters is that I am here, now, alive and well, thank you, standing in front of one, namely, you, which you have no control over whatsoever."
A boastful giggle rang out from Dismay as her elder nodded and accepted her dare; perhaps it was too tempting for the latter to prove herself, but that was all well--a free demonstration would be beneficial, as long as she didn't tempt Torment to turn on her instead.
"I'll judge when I see what you and your father-infested brethren can do in front of my own eyes... for now," she continued as she walked away as if in search for a suitable prey, "you are simply talk, nothing more..."
Dismay stopped as soon as she put a suitable cautionary distance between herself and Torment, and called back, "I catch scent of something large, living, and definitely fleshy close to you, so why don't you... well, go and torment, or whatever it is that you do?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 4:21 pm
She snorted as she watched her younger sibling's reaction to the new revelation. The whole idea of her existence being the result of Torment's decision didn't seem to phase her in the least. Was she mentally slow? Or perhaps Dia or one of her other nasty little siblings had pushed her head into a tree?
She felt her sharp teeth grit together as the little twerp had the nerve to mock her over it, in the end. Torment hoped she did meet her older brother Taint. Why, at least at that rate, one of the two most obnoxious creatures in her family would meet their end, be it her brother or her sister!
"Yes, it is quite unfortunate you've made it this far in life, May, dear," she snorted again, shaking her mane out to free it from some of the tangles it naturally fell into. "And it has taught me a valuable lesson, to never second guess my first instincts. And trust me, that will never happen again, seeing how dreadful the results came out from the first decision I changed my mind on."
The older mare then made an obvious effort to let the other female know her entire statement was directed towards her, in case the poor dear truly was unfortunately slow in the head and couldn't put it together herself, mentally.
She winced as the high-pitched giggle let out from Dismay's throat, and her teeth went from gritting to grinding in seconds. What a wretched little beast she was! Ignoring the fact she'd turned her back to her and was more than likely expecting Torment to follow suit in her walking, the darker of the two females spread out her feathery wings and took a running start. By the time she'd reached Dismay, she leaped forward and began her ascent into the sky above. After balancing herself, she circled around, now fairly high above where her sister walked.
"You can judge from down there, if you'd like," she called out, taunting the younger creature, "But I prefer to hunt from the air.... unless you think your weak looking kalona wings couldn't tolerate lifting that pudgy body of yours?"
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