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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 22, 2010 17:09:36 GMT -5
» Dark green irises gazed out harshly against the landscape, looking out carefully as a overo colt rolled around in the long, lush grass. Spring was finally upon them. But Lynx was not celebrating as her son was. Life wasn't worth anything anymore. Her flesh still stung from the beating she recieved from Aro only a night before. Oh how she hated him. Of course, their son did not see what happened. Aro wanted to keep the foal on his side so he will stay when the time comes that Lynx should wean him. Typical. But even if she told Blazer how his father was, he wouldn't believe her. Because Aro was so perfect in his eyes. She was beginning to detest her own child, which she would even say was very strange behavior. But life was simply a bitch, and had no acceptions for anyone.
» Lynx glanced down back at her once-pretty pelt. When she first came to the Isle, it was sleek and glossy and beautiful, but now, it was matted with mud from all the walking around in the rain, and was decorated with open wounds she didn't care to clean off. No use anyway. She was going to loose everyone when the Zuden launch their attacks, and the pain of loosing the ones she loved would be too much to bear, so a death by infection would be better then a one with a broken heart. As if it hadn't broken before. Life never went her way it seemed, so her excitement and spirit slowly began to die over the past couple years. Some points she wished she had drowned when she swam here.
» The chestnut let her eyes wander to her son, who had content himself with trotting down the hillside, ears pricked as he took in everything around him. "Don't get killed," Lynx called after him half-heartedly, before turning away. Aro could come to his rescue if he needed it. After all, he had to be so much of a pain in her ass to rape her and give her Blazer, and then steal him when she ran away. If he has that much effort, he can deal with whatever. She didn't much care anymore. She began picking at the grass, not really tasting anything as she ate.
[/size] It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, and it was your knife. [/color] Lynx [/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by Vel on Mar 22, 2010 17:58:56 GMT -5
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The ebony stallion had been wandering for several months. So much had happened to him, and now he was back here, where it all began. When he had first come here he was young and very much a dark, in the sense of basically raping young mares for his fun and games. He had been made a warrior here and liked his position when Quixtant had ruled the land. Then that stupid bitch Jeannie came along. Sure, he just wanted to get her pregnant and be over with it, but no, the damn mare was like Quixtant's little angle or something, his favourite. Masquerade never understood why the stallion just did not have her for himself. It would make much more sense. But no, the lead stallion made sure Masquerade stayed with the mare and her foals. He was so glad that now they were possibly dead. Jeannie deserved it. The filly he never really knew so it would not bother him if she passed. His son Jigsaw however had made a name for himself on Isola, acting in a way his father did when he was much younger.
The day Quixtant died was a day of both freedom and misery for Masquerade. The joy and freedom of course was that from not being watched like a hawk to see if he was with Jeannie 24/7. The misery was that of Rosabella, the mare who came from a neutral world into their darkness. Of course it was not all bad at first. He had grown to fall in love with her even though he never intended for that to happen. Actually he never though it would happen to him. To all the other mares who he had, willingly or not, it had been lust at first sight, not love. Plus he had the mindset that to make a legacy for himself he had to try and produce as many offspring as possible.
Several issues came up with Rosabella. First Jeannie was very jealous. Masquerade even thought she should be. Jeannie just wished she could be as beautiful as Rosabella. Even though Masquerade had hthe love of his life without knowing it, he still continued to go out and have fun with other mares in other lands or in the breeding grounds. One thing led to another and rosabella became more light hearted and left to go back to Rocas. This had crushed Masquerade and cause him to become very emotional without showing it. He then just plain left Aro and the herd, going to be with Rosabella in Rocas.
For the first time in his life Masquerade was truely happy. He had become a neutral himself and lived peacefully in the herd of Rocas with his mate Rosabella. Then one day when the Zunden were being particularly rowdy, rosabella got herself killed. That was the punch to the face the ivory faced stallion needed to make him become dark again. At first he did not want to accept it, so he lived away from the other horses, but still in the land that Fiana owned. Then he changed. No longer was he a neutral, but a very dark, well Dark. He wasn't for the raping of mares anymore, no he had out grown that. Now, now he was out to murder. Rosabella's death had turned him into a revenge seeking monster. Plus, he actually stood a chance fighting the Zunden since he was a quarter Zunden himself. That allowed him to be unharmed by minor fire attacks, which most regular herd members would throw at eachother, and it allowed him to singe small things around him and create small circles of fire around himself. Not a good power for a murderer to have. He wasn't so different from his ancestors now, just out to destroy them instead of the 'normals'
Now he was back to where it all began, and he hated it with a passion. The stallion glanced around with his dark optics and di not see a soul anywhere. A sneer crept up on his face as the scent of a nearby colt and mare danced in the spring breeze. Masquerade proceeded to march in that direction and see who they were. It took him a few minutes to reach them since he had a rather lengthy stride. There was a chestnut Arab mare who did not look all that great. Sure, she was pretty, but her coat was in dire need of a washing in a river or lake. The colt, well it was playing on a hillside. Masquerade almost wished it would fall and kill itself so he could have agood laugh.
Deciding to go torment the colt or the mare first, he finally chose his closer target, the mare. A smirked a bit as he strode up to her, giving her a glare like stare. Maybe he could find Aro through her. For some reason, even unknown to him, he also blamed Aro for Rosabella's death. "You!" he called out. "Where is tha' bastard who call 'imself your leader?!" he demended of the Arab.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 22, 2010 20:24:31 GMT -5
» "You" Lynx turned her head sharply to see who has called out, and spotted a black stallion as he came up the other side of the hill she was standing on. One ear pulled back against her skull as she glared at him back, arching her neck slightly as she sized him up, irises cold. "What do you want?" she snapped, a slight scowl on her maw.
"Where is that bastard who call himself your leader?"
Lynx dropped her hostility for a fraction of a second when the stallion called Aro a bastard. A bastard he was. But her anger shot back up again when he said that he was her leader. The other ear she had forward pinned back, her ears now pinned flat against her skull. Her lip twitched, the urge to bite the stranger quite strong. "First off, lets get this straight. That son of a bitch is not my leader, no matter how much he claims it to be. Second, why the hell would you want to talk to that dirty cunt? He'd do nothing for someone like you,
[/color]" she said, voice dripping with venom and malice. Blazer had caught the scent of the stallion, and had trotted up the hill to join his mother, peering over the side of her back leg at the stranger. The last stranger that came here, his mother and father knew, but his daddy sure didn't like him there. Would it be the same for this horse? " Momma, s'not nice to talk about daddy like that![/color]" the colt complained, in slight distress, slight anger. How could his parents be fighting? He thought she liked him. Thats how families were supposed to be like, weren't they? Lynx shot her son a glare. Yes, quite beginning to detest him. But it wasn't really his fault. He didn't know. But still, he was becoming quite annoying. Everything was. " Did I ask you to talk? I should teach you to keep your mouth shut unless you are spoken to. Yes, that would be nice. Anyway, just shut up right now, I don't want to hear you blab about how great your father is,[/color]" she ranted lightly, glaring at the colt who was frowning at her in disaproval. " But---[/color]" " SHUT IT![/color]" Lynx screeched, giving her colt a bump with her rear. Blazer stumbled, and fell back. Tears welled up in his green eyes, and Lynx was about to apologize, a feeling of guilt washing over her, until he stood up indignantly and bared his ivories at her. " Fine! I'm going to find dad and tell him that you're being a..a..a bitch![/color]" Lynx watched as the colt sprang off and disapeared. She began to mumble, glaring after him, before realizing that the other horse was still there. She turned to glare at him. " Well if you wanna know where Aro is , follow him.[/color]" The arabian then turned away, marching down the hill, fuming. [/blockquote][/size] It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, and it was your knife. [/color] Lynx [/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by Vel on Mar 23, 2010 16:57:12 GMT -5
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Masquerade kept his hard glare on the chestnut as she went into a little fit about Aro not being her leader. Ah, so she was like him in a way. Masquerade had no leader, he was his own. Yes, he still belonged to Rocas, but he didn't see Fiana as a leader. Yes he respected her position as land owner, but other than that she was equal with everyone else.
The stag flattened his auds as she asked him what he wanted with Aro. Truth was Masquerade did not even know. A part deep inside him told him that he wanted to see if Jigsaw was okay. It was the only foal of Masquerade's that he had ever grown attached to. The rest of him just wanted someone to blame for Rosabella. He knew it was Jeannie, himself, Quixtant, and the Zunden to blame, but that would just be too easy.
"I jus' wan'ed t'see if me son was 'ere." he spat at the mare, giving her a look like he wanted to off her head. The stallion then turned his head as the colt said not to talk about his father like that. A sneer made it's way upon Masquerade's face. "O' course 'e deserves it boy! He deserves it more than anyone in this godforsaken lan'!" the masked stallion said darkly to the foal.
The mare then chased her own son off and he threatened to tell his father. Masquerade rolled his orbs at the colt. Couldn't this mare keep control of her foal? Or Aro keep control for that matter? Of course there was the possibility that he had raped this mare and that is why she despised her colt as she did.
Masquerade was pulled out of his thoughts as the mare todl him that if he wanted to see Aro, the 'leader' then he should follow the colt. The stag almost scoffed at this. He was NOT going to follow some colt that had his ehad so far up his arse he couldn't see the light of day. Daddy's little boy for sure.
Instead of following Blazer, Masquerade stalked after Lynx, curious as to why she acted this way. In fact she was the first horse he had been semi-curious about for a very long time. "I take it tha' you wan' Aro dead too." he said darkly, staring at the mare with his blue and brown eyes.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 23, 2010 18:10:34 GMT -5
» "I take it tha' you wan' Aro dead too."
Lynx glanced behind her, and was irritated to find that the masked stallion was following her down the hillside. She was tempted to dash away, to leave him to find his own way around the territory. And also that he would leave her alone. She had only met him about two minutes before and she was already sick of his company. "Oh, you think?
[/color]" she said sarcasticly, " Who wouldn't when you get that?" The arab's eyes flickered to where her son had ran off to. In no time he would find his father and they both would be back here to face her. Just fucking whatever. It would only give her another reason to leave. But she didn't think Lassan would welcome her home with her suddenly dark attitude. Something she used to be so against, she was becoming; dark. It wasn't actually so bad. » She glanced behind her again, green irises still hard, but she appeared slightly lest hostile to the stallion. They had something in common; a loathing for the kiger mustang. " What the bastard do to you?[/color]" she asked with mild curiousity. Aro was a easy horse to hate, but it would take a little button-pushing to want his blood and lifeless corpse. [/blockquote][/size] It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, and it was your knife. [/color] Lynx [/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by Vel on Mar 23, 2010 18:40:20 GMT -5
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The masked stallion flicked his tail in an annoyed manner. Why did he even follow this mare? It was beyond him as to what the reason was as to why he had chosen to go after her. He really could care less about her. Plus, she seemed annoyed with him as well. This would not turn out good. It would most likely end with the mare dead and her blood on Masquerade.
The stallion halted as the mare spoke. He let out a dry luagh as he said "Y'mean what didn't 'e do t'me, righ'?" Masquerade norrowed his orbs as he took a step closer to her. As badly as he wanted to end her life right now, there was a small part of himthat wanted to talk to her. The closer he looked at her, she seemed like she used to be a light-hearted mare who was always kind and loving.
Something then clicked in the stag's mind. This mare used to be part of Lassan's herd. "You!" he exclaimed in a rather loud tone, startling a few nearby birds. "You were in Lassan's herd." he said to her with a hiss to his voice.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 23, 2010 19:58:53 GMT -5
» "Y'mean what didn't 'e do t'me, righ'?" Lynx couldn't help but roll her eyes as she eventually stopped trying to outpace him, turning her head slightly to gaze back at him. "Sure, whatever floats your boat,
[/color]" she replied, her tone still slightly sarcastic. But as she watched his eyes, she became slightly weary. They looked blood-thirsty, and he looked as if he wanted to kill her, which was probably the case. She wasn't being the most friendly horse anyway. » " You!" he said again, twice in this conversation. Yes, me, she thought dryly, who else is here? " You were in Lassan's herd." Lynx couldn't hide the surprise that blossomed on her facade. He said it like a statement, rather then a question. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she watched him with distrust, frowning. " Yeah,[/color]" she said cautiously, " How to you know?[/color]" The masked stallion surely had caught her interest now. She was sure she had never seen him before. But how could he know where she came from? She began to run through her memories from her time in Liberta, and recalled listening to others speak of a masked stallion who had sired the foal that a mare named Raine died giving birth to. Her green irises widened in recognition. Masquerade. [/blockquote][/size] It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, and it was your knife. [/color] Lynx [/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by Vel on Mar 23, 2010 20:25:26 GMT -5
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If Masquerade had been any other animal, like a lion or a wolf, he would be licking his teeth, ready to pounce o nhis prey. The snarky comment that the vixen made just made him angrier. He plastered his ears to his skull and bobbed his head for a minute as he stared down at the mare. He was much bigger than her and could ruin her without a problem. It would almost be like getting rid of a fly or pesky fox. Something he could do in his sleep.
Masquerade gave her a rather sinister smirk as she asked how he knew. "Oh well I at'acked your her' when I was a member of this her' when Quixtan' ruled the lan'." he said plainly. He didn't mention that he probably had a few children living in Liberta. Fact was, he did not even know that he did. Nor did he know that his son, Jigsaw, was the sire of an unborn foal in Liberta to Lassan and Raine's daughter Kibitala. "now, I am technically allies with them." he muttered, remembering he still held somewhat of an alliance to Fiana's herd.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 24, 2010 16:22:22 GMT -5
» " Oh well I at'acked your her' when I was a member of this her' when Quixtan' ruled the lan'." Lynx narrowed her eyes at Masquerade. "Thats lovely,
[/color]" she said, a frown tugging at her maw. She probably was wandering around when he attacked, and had passed the stallion without even knowing it. She missed her old life in Liberta, with just her perfect son Taren, and endless territory to explore. And that she wasn't in this mess. Oh, she'd give anything to forget this whole thing and go home. » She heard Masquerade mumble something too soft for her ears. She looked at him questioningly for a short moment, trying to figure out what he said. She quickly gave up, turning her tiara away as she began to walk towards the cover of the trees. " Have fun,[/color]" she called over her shoulder. [/blockquote][/size] It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, and it was your knife. [/color] Lynx [/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by Vel on Mar 24, 2010 19:37:52 GMT -5
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The ebony stallion frowned as the mare spoke. She did not seem to happy here. This actually shocked him that he noticed something like this. Over the past year, he did not pay any attantion to anyone else's emotions or feelings at all. In fact, he never even gave them a second thought. Why now? Was it because she was a light turned dark? Or something else entirely?
The questions that bothered him, caused him to trot after her once again as she started to walk off. "listen mare. I can tell tha' you don't wanna be 'ere one lit'le bit." he told her with his audits turning back. After amoment's silence he continued "Want to get outta 'ere?" he asked her, a lighter tone to his vocals this time. What the hell was he thinking?!
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 25, 2010 16:34:58 GMT -5
» "Listen mare. I can tell tha' you don't wanna be 'ere one lit'le bit." Lynx gave an annoyed flick of her banner as she listened to the stallion pace after her. That much is obvious, she thought, still continuing walking, but keeping an aud angled towards Masquerade, because it probably wasn't all he had to say. The silence stretched on between them, and she became irritated. But finally, he finished what he was going to say. " Want to get outta 'ere?"
» Lynx blinked, freezing in place. She turned her tiara and shifted her dark green irises to gaze at him, perplexed. It came from exchanging sarcastic comments to this in a matter of minutes. Where in the world had this come from? But either way, the idea got her interest. She turned herself to fully face him, curved ears pricking forward. "Really? I would love to leave,
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Post by Vel on Mar 25, 2010 19:45:03 GMT -5
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Masquerade smirked a bit as the mare spoke. So she was not as bad as she liked to seem. Of course she would not be, she had come from a light herd. Once a light, always a light at heart. Masqueraed knew this to be fact. He had ... met many mares who said they were Darks, but deep down they were truly lights and had always gone back to being as such. Just as he was always going to be a Dark at heart, but he favoured the more neutral side of things. Well he used to.
That was another thing that bothered him sometimes was his alliance. Yes he had started out as a Dark, but then he switched to being a neutral, and then back to a dark again. This round of darkness had been different than before. Much to Masquerade's delight he seemed to be going back into a neutral state, now that his year or so of rage had run it's course. Sure he was still out for revenge, but just not as much now.
It seemed as if Masquerade had been looking for someone to save him without really looking. He had come across many a horse, but ended up killing most, or scaring them away. One horse, Athena had helped him a bit, but then they parted ways. That was when Masquerade had started to find his more neutral side once again. Not it seemed like the stallion was going to save the mare from some kind of similar fate.
Masquerade's optics narrowed at the Arab before he spoke. "Well, then let's get goin'" With that said, he trotted past her, throwing a glance back, seeing if she was coming.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 26, 2010 15:50:25 GMT -5
» "Well, then let's get goin'," she heard the stallion say, and watched as the black brute trotted ahead of her. The arabian began to follow, but then slowed, pausing to cast to look back, hoping her son would show up for a goodbye. But the sight of her overo colt was absent. Her green irises looked down sadly, hurt, but she turned away, trotting after Masquerade. She tried to make herself optimistic. She was finally ridding herself from this place, and the looming threat of Aro. But Aro really wasn't a threat much anymore anyway. As long as he had his son back, it was all he cared about. That was fine by her. Even though she loved him, she couldn't get through to Blazer. She would allow him to live his own life, and become dark if it came to it. Aro's influence was too big over him, and it wouldn't matter how hard she tried. Better get it over with. He probably didn't care. After all, she was a bitch in his eyes. Trying to distract herself from her own thoughts, she tried to make conversation. "So..my name's Lynx.
[/color]" » Blazer stood at the crest of the hill, watching as his mother and the strange stallion leaving towards the border of his father's lands. His irises narrowed slightly. How could she leave with a random horse that she had only met a few minutes before? Blazer hadn't told his father about his mother yet. He had come back to see if she would apologize to him about acting like a bitch, but all he sees now is her receding form. He snorted angrily, before turning to bolt down the other side of the hill, just in time for Lynx to look for her son. The overo colt wandered the territory at a canter, green eyes searching for his father. He soon spotted him, and whinnied to the stallion. " Daddy, daddy! Mother's leaving with another black horse. But he isn't Lassan,[/color]" he said as he came up to him, panting. " Half his face was white, like half a mask...[/color]" he trailed off, looking up at his father. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Vel on Mar 26, 2010 19:23:22 GMT -5
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Once the hellion realised that the chestnut mare was following him, he picked up his pace a little bit. His audits flicked as he heard her vocals cut through the warm air. Oh great, a conversation. The mare had said that her calling was Lynx. Masquerade remained silent, not really knowing what to say to that. Other stallions would always be telling mares how nice their names sounded and such, but Masquerade really did not care. "Masquerade." he said bluntly in response.
The stag was not going to say anything more. He liked silence, it helped him think better. He htought a lot now days. Actually, it was more like brooding than thinking, but same concept, right? What ever you wish to call it, he liked it and was not going to start a conversation. If this Lynx mare wanted to start a conversation, she would have to be the first one to speak up about it.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 26, 2010 20:53:19 GMT -5
» "Masquerade." Lynx blinked, not at all surprised because she had already figured out who the hell he was. "I know,
[/color]" she replied, ears flicking as she still listened for the sound of hoof-steps other then their own. She heard none. She gave up on that hope. She continued to follow Masquerade silently, watching him with brooding eyes. Why had he even bothered asking her to leave anyway? She would have left by herself (while taking Blazer with her), but she needed the right opportunity. This went half right, half wrong. She was surely leaving, but her son, was not. But as she's said so many times before, whatever. » A question lingered on her mind, still. Why was Masquerade coming with her? Surely, he had his own life, or he could at least go after Aro's ass and get rid of one annoying horse on the island. But she decided not to imply it. He can attempt murder whenever he wanted. It had been a few minutes now, and they were drawing close to the border. She blinked, looking around breifly. " I guess this is where I leave you..?[/color]" [/blockquote][/size]
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