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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 12:55 am
  Things were not as they seemed. Blood splattered the ground, staining it with it's crimson hue. The sound of crunching bones could be heard echoing through the silent forest. Most would believe this was the work of a monster. Silence... It always accompanied death for some odd reason. It unsettled Zul'brin; the whole ordeal did. Her parents grazed, ate grass, flowers, and fruit as if it was natural for one to do - yet... Brin looked down at the tiny carcass of the mouse she had slain. Vegetation did not settle with her, it didn't taste right and it always made her gag and eventually throw up. Flesh and blood was what sustained her. She had yet to tell Zuzu or Linn, afraid that they might reject her or fear her for her need to feast off of living things. She stomached the grass and fruit that they offered her long enough to wander off and regurgitate it. It had worked thus far, but how long could she keep this up? How long could she live off of the occasional mouse and hide her true nature from her parents? Was it wrong for her to feed on flesh? Her only encounter with another of her kind had told her so. A large brown kalona had entered the clearing she and many other foals had been playing in and had been greeted with not so pleasant words. He had been run off by the parents of those she had come to call her friends; he was hated. Would she too be hated by those she had come to care for when they found out that she too ate meat? It was Brin's fear. She knew right from wrong, and every fiber of her being told her that to take a life was indeed wrong; but... Brin grimaced at the blood; yet at the same time she was fascinated by it. She loved it and hated it all at once and these feelings were tearing her apart. A loud grumble sounded from her stomach, it's own way of telling her she needed to eat her meal if she was to survive. Reluctantly she ripped another chunk of flesh from the small creature that was her meal. She savored every second the flesh was in her mouth, the metallic and hot blood sliding down her throat and tasting as if it was mana from the heavens. At the same time though she hated it, hated herself for another creature having to die for her to live. It was the only thing that kept her doing so, kept her killing; her need to do so. For that she considered herself to be wrong and evil... A Monster...
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:42 pm
Paradox was restless. He was prowling further and further out of his normal grounds these days, his heart sick with both the desire to be accepted and to show no weakness. He had believed that kindness was a weakness, but it was something apparently ingrained into him, presumably by his damned father's feeble genetics...ironically, the same genetics that had cursed him with the leathery wings that marked him a freak to the rest of the world. Not that Paradox cared. No, he had long been accustomed to the frightened stares, the way he was chased off by those who feared the tiny fangs hidden away behind his lips. Paradox knew that he couldn't help what he was, nor did he want to change it. He relished the thrill of the hunt, the glory of the kill. But, unlike his father, Paradox had mastered his bloodlust. He was not ruled by his quest for sustenance, and though the taste of flesh was euphoric, he would not allow his insanity to rule him.
It was out of fear that he held himself in check. Fear of losing control, as he so often had in the past, alongside fear of harming an innocent. While he knew that a true Kalona would have no qualms about harming an innocent if they had gotten in the way, Paradox couldn't bear the thought. He knew the guilt would eat him alive afterward, and he did not want to experience that grim fate. Yet...he had to loose his hold on his own inner demons to survive in this world. He must feed to survive, and he felt no guilt for shredding the bodies of his prey. He never took anything larger than a deer, and he never thought twice about his kills, though technically, his prey were innocents too. But he had to live, and since killing was the only way for him to survive, he had never seen much of an issue with it. His father had not been pleased, but...it was just the fact of the matter that Paradox simply could not live off of grass and twigs.
He was hunting today, for he hadn't fed in a day or so, but on this day he was startled by the smell of fresh blood. Perhaps an animal had stumbled to its death. It was not unheard of, though it was unlikely, so Paradox moved towards the scent. As he got closer, the scent mingled with the smell of something-or someone-else. Peeking his nose out of the bushes cautiously, he saw the source of the blood-a small animal already partially eaten. Hunched over it was a small filly, seemingly upset over something. Paradox watched her quietly, his mind fumbling for the right words to say. He had never come across a filly before, not one as young as this, and he didn't want to frighten her. But then again...not saying anything was just as bad, for it would scare her all the same.
"Um...hello there," he finally said, his voice as gentle as he could make it. "Uh...what are you doing way out here?"
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:03 pm
As the voice of another drifted to Brin's ears she jumped, her purple wings flaring back and both eyes on them popping open to scan the area behind her. Brin stared straight ahead, her main eyes searching the area in front of her as her wings slowly folded around her so her second eyes could scan the areas off to the side. she jumped a second time as she spotted the other with one of her wings and turned to face him, taking a step or two back from the intruder.
She couldnt see much of the other being, but she carefully took in what she could. Black and blue eyes stood out on an ivory face. Red tear marks ran down his face, though the intruders was much straighter than her own chaotic sprawls. Tiny black wings stuck out behind his ear, and in the middle of his forehead, surrounded by ebony and navy hair, was the horn of a unicorn.
Brin's eyes darted back and forth between the male and her kill. She knew unicorns; the first soquili she had met had been unicorns, her cousin was one... And they all ate grass. He'd probably think she was a monster for killing the mouse, probably chase her off; and in her mind he had every right to. "I... I'm sorry..." Sh managed to stammer as her darting gaze came to rest on the male's face. She spoke as a child would when realizing they had just done something horrible, like a child that knew they were fixing to get in a large amount of trouble. She shuffled her hooves nervously, folding her wings to her sides and hugging herself with them as she slowly shuffled away from her tiny meal. She had never gotten in trouble for this before, never been yelled at; but then again one had ever found out. She was mortified that someone had found out and scared that she would be shunned for her need. She would rather run than face the repercussions of killing to feed. Finally realizing that she took larger steps backwards, readying herself for running from the intruder before he could come to hate her.
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