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It was a windy day. If one watched closely they could almost see it as it swept through the trees, rustling the leaves before making it's way down to tickle the flowers. It was a beautiful day as well. The sun was out and the birds were singing. Spring was upon us and summer was right around the corner. The stallion that stood in the clearing was beautiful as well. He was the whitest of white and the blackest of blacks at the same time. His hair curled slightly and blew in the wind.

Upon his face was a skull mask, held in place from the horns that jutted out of his head. Spikes adorned his body and his wings were folded back, two pairs that were nothing alike. One was darker and crimson tipped, almost as if blood stained. He was much like his parents, except he did not feel any pain from the spikes that plagued him.

If any dared take a closer look at the stallion they'd notice one solitary red hoof. That was his favorite. That was the one he used to crush the life out of the animals he came in contact with. In fact, laying beneath that very hoof was the carcass of a mountain lion, recently killed. It had been a decent challenge but it wasn't as fulfilling as it used to be. The stallion was growing tired of killing the same creatures over and over again.

Gabriel was not an ordinary stallion. Even from his extraordinary family, he stood out. He had no emotions. No ambitions. He simply had a desire to kill. To hurt. It was the closest thing he could find to actually enjoying anything out of life. He wasn't depressed, oh no. To be depressed one must feel something. Gabriel felt nothing. He didn't even love his family. As beautiful as he was on the outside, he was twisted, ugly and empty within.

"Heh".

It wasn't a real laugh. More like a sound. A response. Perhaps he was shocked that something like her was stupid enough to approach him. She was full of energy and reminded him of a foal, though she was clearly full grown. Flowers? he turned his head to look around. Ah, there were flowers scattered about. He never noticed such things. He never cared. They were simply there and for the most part, useless.

"You hoped for what?", he asked. If the damn fool was going to start saying something, she might as well finish it. He was not known for his patience. Shaking his head, he stepped off the body that was hidden beneath his hooves and grass. There was no point in staying on the damned thing when it was quite thoroughly dead by now.

It finally donned on him that she was pink. Pink. How the hell did any living creature manage to come out pink? It was unheard of, or at least it had been until now. There were other colors on her that didn't make sense to him either. "Did a rainbow piss you out?," he asked. His voice lacked any emotion to it, even that of general curiosity.

"An angel?, I suppose you would be stupid enough to believe that. One of those halfwits that think something pretty must be nice and something ugly must be evil. Even the cutest animals can be poisonous or deadly. Oh, I'm an angel all right, as far as appearances go. But here you are, a fool pitying someone far more intelligent than you, or at least not lacking in common sense. Indulge me, in what way do you feel sorry for me? Oh, it must be because I don't stop to smell the flowers. Or smile at the sight of a baby fawn learning to walk. I am not like you so I must be less of a creature. I must be something to pity, to feel sorry for? Is that it? Further proof of your ignorance. You wouldn't even be worth my pity, if I could feel such a thing."

Gabriel turned his head to scan the area. It was quiet. The mare really was stupid to come out here all alone. He had been yearning to know what it was like to kill a soquili. "If you had an ounce of sense, you'd turn and leave," he commented. He didn't expect her to go. She probably thought she was on some crusade. Mares like her seldom realized when they were really in danger.

To make it more clear he turned and kicked the mountain lion carcass in her direction.

Gabriel curled his lip in a mockery of a smile. "You speak of those things as if they are worth feeling. You are full of assumptions today, aren't you? Why would I want to feel love or passion? If I want to rut a mare, I will rut a mare. Love is a waste of everyone's time. Also, why do you think life is meant to be enjoyed? If it was meant to be so enjoyable, why would bad s**t happen to everyone? Have you ever looked around you? Have you ever really looked at all the horrible things that happen to those both innocent as well as guilty? Whatever gave you the idea that life was meant to be enjoyed? You share a common, misguided view of our existence. I do not need your pity for being free from that nonsense."

Gabriel was sure that even if he had feelings, his opinion of life would not change. He was a watcher after all and he took note of the tiniest details, many that were missed by others. "Life is a challenge, nothing more. The strong survive, the weak die. Those, like you, live between the two. Hiding from the things that make them stronger, that makes their life really worth living. They believe in having families and chasing butterflies. They live from what fleeting moments they can enjoy because as far as the big picture goes, their life is worthless. They cling to love, they cling to whatever happiness they can and when they don't have it, they feel like their life has no meaning. You know there's truth in my words. Life can have meaning without those things. Life should have meaning without those things. I don't need nor want your pity. It's misplaced, I assure you."

He wasn't surprised at her personality though, nor the fact that she was one of those type of mares. She certainly looked the part so why shouldn't she act it as well?

"No, I'm not," he replied calmly, "you are in denial. Horrible things happen to kill you. It's impossible to become stronger when you are dead. If you live, maybe there's a possibility that you could learn from it in a way to become strong, but I've seen the majority live the rest of their lives out in fear. I suppose it's easy for you to talk about things. I doubt anything horrible has ever happened to you. I could change that." He turned to face her and swished his tail behind him menacingly. How easy it would be to pierce her with his horns. To crush down on her with his hooves and slash her with the spikes on his legs. To whip her with his spiked tail.

"I have no hopes. I need no reason to exist. If I were afraid to feel, I'd have felt something as a child at least to my mother and father. Something would have happened to instill that fear into me. One does not have a fear without an experience to cause it. No, my little ignorant rainbow, it has never existed in me to begin with. Why is that so hard to believe? Is it easier to believe that I am afraid? That I can be changed? How very unicorn-like of you. You might as well accuse me of being afraid of a kitten or butterfly. Oh, how about the rock behind you? Should I be afraid? Granted, I have never felt anything before that I can remember, I'd imagine that you'd have to have knowledge about something to be able to be afraid of it."

She simply did not get it. He wasn't surprised. She was pretty clueless, after all.

He wasn't sure how to take her questions. He had been honest thus far and there was no reason to stop. He took a moment to think them over, clawing at the ground idly as he did so. A forced smile came over him and he walked closer to her and breathed on her neck. He could tell she was scared, nervous or both. "You need not continue to worry on that level, if you had been. I do not feel desire in a sexual way. I never have and I don't expect it to spring up any time soon. The only desire I have ever felt has been the need to know what it's like to kill one of my own kind. Hatred, no. I have a natural dislike for all living things. One would have to do something to become hated. One would have to feel something to be able to hate."

He paused briefly when she asked for his name. How he disliked that question. Disliked to be reminded of the 'legacy' that was handed down to him. An inherited name, one that was meant to have meaning and purpose. It didn't suit him one bit. "I am called Gabriel." He showed no interest in knowing the mares name, though she'd probably offer it anyhow. She seemed the polite sort, heh. As far as he cared, Rainbow suited her just fine.