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 Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 1:40 pm
 The day was cloudless, the wind soft if not non-existant at the time, the grass making satisfying crunches underhoof - and Meg was the most bored thing ever with it.
Not that she wasn't at least energized by the thought that even in the seemingly endless lifespan of the upper world there was plenty of death to witness. But really. Leaves? Changing color and falling wasn't the same as, say, felling a small squirrel and trampling it. To be fair, it hadn't shut up ever since she passed the tree, which apparently the stupid thing thought was a boundary infraction. Megaera didn't kill small animals because she felt like it - mostly it was just to make sure they didn't annoy her. Though . . .
The little corpse before her was mildly intriguing once it actually wasn't moving anymore. The foal lowered her head and sniffed it, unimpressed. She licked the blood: also not very stimulating. What a nuisance it must be to have something so nasty-tasting pumping through you!
But hey, now the stupid squirrel was dead and wouldn't have to worry about it ever again. One day, she hoped to make it so for Mommy.
Still, staining her, er, Daddy's lands with a useless body wasn't going to do. Thus Meg stood before it with a ponderous look, wondering what would be the most amusing way to get rid of a dead squirrel.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 9:12 am
Stamping her foot against the ground, Poison Ivy snorted in frustration. The same environment, day in, day out. It bored her to the very depths of her insanity. Snap A twig crunched beneath her hoof. Tilting her head to one side, she picked up her foot and stared at it inquisitively. Then she brought it down again... and again... and again. The former twig was naught but sawdust by the time she was done. The corners of her mouth turned downwards in a grimace. How pathetically fragile. Just like everything in this world. And not in the least bit satisfying.
Her tail flicked irritably as a sudden tantalizing scent wafted over to her nostrils. She sniffed again, and again, until the gas seeping from her mouth blotted out the air in front of her and she could smell naught more. But it was enough. Blood. Saliva flooded her mouth as her teeth gnashed together. Was it human? Horse? Who cared? It was so deliciously tempting.
She was already walking towards it before she realized her body was moving. Not that she cared. Blood was everything nowadays. Her footsteps faltered only when she realized another horse was standing beside a freshly killed corpse. A foal. She leered, foals were as good as anything to eat. Too bad this one was that demon spawn of the alpha's, otherwise it would make a perfect dinner. Her eyes flickered to the blood spilling out of the small body upon the ground. Her hoof ground against the floor. Blood.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 8:58 pm
 Agony had managed to pull off her real emotions for most of the day and had sulked back away from most of the herd. She had decided that it would be best to be unheard and seen especially by her parents, including Rowan. But now the young filly was becoming increasingly bored. She didn’t know what to do with all her spare time. She wanted to go off and explore what parts of the woodlands still remained unknown to her, but she knew that someone would be sent off to find her. She sighed deeply and gently kicked a small rock with her hoof. She pursed out her lips in annoyance and swiveled her ears in irritation to her own boredom. Usually Agony would’ve found something to do by now, but it seemed that she had done EVERYTHING that she possibly could.
Agony snorted and stirred up the earth with her hooves as she scraped at the ground. Tossing back her head in the processes and trotting forwards with her head bent down so that her snout was aligned with her chest, the young filly had noticed one of her siblings in the near distance.
She knew that none of them would ever think of playing a simple game of tag or hide and seek, Agony figured that at least starting a little conversation with her sister would be better than standing around waiting for something to happen.
“Meg!” she called out, prancing up to the dark filly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 1:57 pm
She continued to nudge the little corpse about, wondering if perhaps it would raise itself up and screech again. Though what to do if an undead creature was screeching at you? It wasn't like they could be re-killed . . . Yes, Megaera was under the impression that the undead were immortal thanks to their stay in hell, and that by proxy she too was because of her father. Though . . .
Styx, what if mother's normalcy tainted the immortal blood? The very idea made her stiffen and growl under her breath. It was no good being alive, no good at all!
It was then that the foal became aware of two things: one, that an older mare was nearby and looking almost impatient at the squirrel; two, that her sister Agony was calling her name. "What?" she answered to both at once, pawing the dead critter closer to her. Instantly anything that someone coveted Meg felt compelled to hoard, even if not two minutes before she hadn't a care for the thing.
What was the mare's name? Something . . . poisony. She didn't quite remember. One of the prettier specimens the herd had, Meg had to admit. not necessarily the most approachable though. "If you want this thing, you can make a deal with me for it."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:20 am
As the young horse turned to speak to her, Poison Ivy snarled and bared her teeth. Who was this insolent foal to treat her as an equal? She was the one who had braved Hell, not that pathetic beast. The little pretty had never even felt true torture, coddled by her equally petty mother. What had that idiot Thanos been thinking? Not only did he disgrace the herd by picking a mate, but picking a normal mate of all things, and having these demonly offspring, made what he did unforgivable. And yet she was powerless to do anything. There was one way to survive in this Herd for any substantial amount of time: stay under the radar and hope to the devil you didn't cross the alpha on a bad day.
And despite her contempt for the feeble offspring he had thrown off... the scent of the blood drew her. Saliva gathered in her mouth, an odd shade of green, tainted by the gas. She swallowed and took another step forwards, the snarl slipping off her face to be replaced by a horrifying leer. The sweet, almost salty flavor wrapped around the air, the acrid stench of decay only adding to the subtle tastes. How long had she thirsted for blood now? It had been ages since she had killed that human...
"What sort of deal?" She finally asked, emerald eyes glowing luminously. She didn't even notice the other creature, her attention held fully by the piece of prey upon the ground.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:57 pm
At first Agony wasn’t sure what Meg was shoving around against the dirt. At first glance she thought to be a matted ball of leaves, twigs, and other miscellaneous decaying matter. But as the young filly approached her sister she saw that the object in question had fur. Maybe some puffs of dandelion or cotton mixed up into the concoction Her ears pulled back and she tilted her head in curiosity. No. It wasn’t a mess of cotton and mud or dandelions and earth. More steps closer had revealed that it was a squirrel. Well now this was just maddening. Why would Meg be pawing a defenseless squirrel? Agony’s lips pursed together and she nickered. The squirrel wasn’t alive. It was as simple as that.
She stopped midway to her sister and the lifeless critter down at her hooves. Her head pulled back and her nostrils flared. Agony felt sick as though she were going to faint. She felt nauseous as she looked at the rodent.
“Meg,” Agony’s voice even sounded ill. “What are you doing?” she asked. She dipped her head down and pointed her snout as the squirrel. It was a dumbfounded question and Agony felt like a fool for asking. But the words had quickly escaped from her vocals. She smacked her lips together as her mouth felt dry as she felt as though she couldn’t look away from the creature who used to be among the living.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:37 pm
"It's called bartering," Megaera answered her sister petulantly. "Ever heard of it?" Meg assumed Agony was only there to ruin her fun, as usual - and normally that was the Ruin's job! Styx, but her family was awful. Only Daddy was worth keeping at this point.
Unless her stupid brother came back. That would be something.
She turned her brown gaze back to the older mare, her head raising in response as if to show dominance. "I give you this dead thing, and you show me some of the lands beyond the Hell Herd. Daddy won't let me," she whined. "Or Rowan."
Even though she highly doubted the beta stallion actually cared about her - more like tried to look competent at his job.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 3:04 pm
The mare's tongue flickered out in a reptilian fashion, lingering on her lips as though in anticipation. Her nostrils flared out and then constricted back rapidly as she sniffed the air repeatedly, thin tendrils of a dirty green gas rising up to diffuse into the air. The scent of blood was upon her. It was as though someone was slowly drawing a red veil over her eyes. Her vision slowly blurred, narrowing until only one thing existed. The luscious, tempting corpse of the squirrel, still spilling its precious crimson cargo across the mud-stained ground.
Saliva flooded her mouth, a strange green spit flecking the edges of her lips. Blood. That was her entire world. No longer did she care about the insolence of the foal before her. She cared not that it was the alpha's daughter. Nor did she heed that she would be breaking the rules of the Herd if she agreed. She just knew one thing. She wanted that corpse. Not just wanted, needed. It was an intense craving, one that her entire body lusted for.
Her leg moved of its own accord as Poison Ivy took a step forwards, eyes yearning with a mad frenzy. But she wanted the corpse NOW. Its precious warmth was seeping away into the atmosphere. One ear was pricked up, fully alert and aimed at the carcass. The other was pressed firmly back in irritation. "Give me the corpse now, and we have a deal." As she spoke, drool escaped from the corner of her mouth, staining her fur a shade darker on her chin. She took another step forwards. It was taking all her self control not to leap at the carcass and sink her teeth into its warm, succulent flesh.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 2:27 pm
Meg's smile was crooked. No wonder she was a princess and this mare was a commoner. "Fine. Have at it," she said, and pushed the corpse to the slobbering plebeian. "But hurry up and don't get blood on me."
At last! A willing travel guide. Not that Megaera was afraid, mind you . . . No, certainly not. But one could never be sure of the unreliability of life, yes? She was still a foal, Meg wasn't going to let herself be too deluded into otherwise: still small, still able to attract God only knew what disgusting creatures.
At least with the older mare, there could be a distraction to let her run.
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