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[8 Horses]
{ 2 Mares | 6 Stallions }
:4 Light | 2 Dark:
2 Neutral

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Scared of My Shadow

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'Hollow'

Egyptian Arabian x Hanoverian x Friesian x Paso Fino x Paint

Stallion
6 winters
17 hh

Elegantly built, with nice toning, long sloping neck, short back.
High set tail with arch, long strong legs with long cannon.
Refined and dished head, dainty, deep chested with a deep body.
Muscular hindquarters.

Cremello Overo Paint
Mane Mixture of Palomino Coloration Silver w/ White-Gold
Tail A Mix of Golden Pigmentation w/ Silver Mixture
Baby Blue Oculars
Variations of Translucent Ivory Spots

Light Alliance
Belonging as Herd Member in Terra Delle Liberta
Mated to Ice Rose
Son is Levi

Generations ago, humans strived to breed the all-around ‘perfect’ equine from the strands of pure linage that they already treasured in their most prized of stock. With the most elite and thus top bloodlines finally combined into the pedigree of a single horse, it had taken many a decade to get to the place where they had finally fallen. It was a grand occasion, and when the highly anticipated foal was born, it was an event to treasure. The colt was born in the dead of a harsh winter, to a genteel mare belonging to a well-known breeding facility. The birthing process had gone rather smoothly, but the foal seemed more hushed than usual. People were immediately drawn to this foal’s strange, but beautiful, coloration, one which they could only have dreamed for. Hushed matters where exchanged at length about his future, which was considered set-in-stone for a champion, a horse of such wonder that the world would quiver for his foals. It was no wonder that with all this distraction that none took heed to the owner’s young daughter wandering mindlessly into the stall, seeking to pet the newborn. The mare looked only at her through kind eyes, but the foal gave a squealing shriek, striking at her with small, sharply pointed hooves. Though it was an early event, and the girl was not too badly wounded, he was taken far from the other horses of the barn, exiled, dam replaced by an automated milking machine. All hoped that his temperament would be altered, removed, harshness taken out. As the days stretched, though, he was trailed to be trained many times, each more unsuccessful than the last.

Considered by all to be a brute, a mean-spirited trickster, playing his cruel japes upon humans, he was shunned, given the name Hollow to explain the unnatural hollowness of his pale eyes. Hollow was sold again, and again, changing many hands as his years came to count two. Then, he was locked in a dark, cramped, damp stall with metal bars reaching to the ceiling. He was left alone but never forgotten, a menace that cast its shadow over the peace of the stables. Squealing, kicking at the boards of his stall. As his owners finally sold him across the seas, away from his native lands, they thought that was the end of it. The ship wrecked in a storm, leaving him alone to Spiagga Del Nord to fare for himself. It was then that the true journey of his life began. One those ashen shores he traveled, freed himself from his past, and met love. She captured completely his heart, tore it to shreds, only then to reunite it again. He serves his days as her protector only, his purpose rooted in her existence by his side. Her, and now, their first offspring, Levi.

His temperament is an odd one, for his true nature is undeterminable behind the front he puts on for other equines to see. He has almost a mixed temper, making it clear sides from what he used to be and what he is now. Before, he was ruthless, violent, sadistic, and took much enjoyment in tormenting his handlers. Now, he is a sort of blank canvas, for he does not wish to resort back to his previous behavior, but does not really know how he should act. Has been known to snap back between these two states of mind, but is almost always in the 'blank' state of mind, trying to please others. Doubts are common place in his demeanor, as well as thoughts of the wrongs he shall cause or the ones he already has. There are spaces where he wonders if it would be better for him to just bury himself away.

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Song || You're Gonna Go Far Kid :: The Offspring

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'Vaiveah'

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Purebred Konjou

Powers include the ability to see as well as sense an equine's aura,
Communication with the deceased,
Intrusion into another horse's dreams,
Draining energy from others,
Befriending of spirits,
Seeing of the future,
And turning invisible at will.

Stallion
10 winters
16.38 hh

Small head with dished face, crested neck, long sloping shoulder.
Short back, deep girth, with strong hindquarters.
Delicate build with nice muscle toning.
Tail carried high and arched, with hard, clean legs.

Incandescent Ivory Pelting
Mane Mixture of Silver w/ True White Strands
Tail A Mix of Ivory w/ Silver Highlights
Eyes Clouded White/Blue
Markings Nearly Translucent

Light Alliance
Herd Leader of Animus Elegancia
Son of Cathaldus {deceased} and Helehelena
Fromerly Mated to Daniaya
No Offspring

Many a year has then passed from the time of his birth to the present date, that the past lives lived seem as if a mere dream than reality, one that has been breathed into truth by chance, or whims, of a heart since broken. Everything happened of substance back when the isles held so much more, when the great stallions reigned in his mind as one of the greatest of Elementals. The sire of the stag, Cathaldus, the leader of Animus, stood at the culmination of power. In truth, seven years seems like such a very short time, but to the isles with all of their hardships, it is really its own eternity. Though Cathaldus was the lead of the Spirit lands, Vaiveahtoish was very famous for his persuation skills, one of the few amongst the herds that could easily talk peace as well as then make the move to achieve it. He was inseparable from his sire’s side, as much a leader as the other, being very well-spoke, as well as much liked by the others who surrounded them. Yet, he was foolish to think that the Konjou could stand up to the rise of the Fire Herd. Everything in his sound mind fades to the day that he went into hiding because of events he could not stop. Saggezza, Greymarch, persuading Animus to join the fight. Cathaldus was reluctant, Vaiveahtoish even more so do to his untrust of the Wisdom Lord. Yet, they fought, Cathaldus had insisted. They were slaughtered. His herd was driven to the nearest brink of extinction, and Vaiveahtoish was to blame. With a heavy heart, a closed mind, the stallion decided to simply disappear within the borders of his forgotten homelands, mourning the loss of his father, of his herd. Poison in his heard for the Wisdom herd.

Years after, the Konjou made his reappearance in the sheltered recessed of Animus. The stallion stumbled upon an ailing stag, who he thus named Stranger, and despite the odds of breeding, he made quick friends with the other stag, naming him as his only companion and second-in-command. Shall he fall, it was Stranger who was to hold Animus, even though he had not a drop of Konjou in him. War would have been waged in the past over less, but the isles were shifting, the spirits stirring, and Vaiveahtoish knew he trusted no other equine. The two sought allies to defend themselves against the growing thread of the fire herd, traveling from land to land, herd leader to each leader, the mission mounting with each moment. Shortly then, two rouge stallions killed his dearest friend, shattering Vaiveah’s life and leaving his mind splintering and reeling. He sought revenge, but all he found was love in a mare of quite unlikely background. She was not Elemental, but she was his.

Stranger remerged then after, brought back from the heavens by the angels who had sought to mourn his death. Vaiveahtoish was both crushed and enlightened, hearing something new on the winds that brought him pause. Greymarch was on the rise in the lands of Saggezza, still alive and well after the wars that had been waged so long ago. Worse still, Vaiveahtoish heard that Stranger was the spawn of the stallion, cutting farther into his heart. His best friend was the son of his greatest enemy. Leaving his mate behind, fearing for her safety, he smuggled himself and the heaven horse back into the borders of Animus, neither of them leaving. The Konjou refused an explanation to his friend, knowing that the history of his origin was not to be tempted when they were targeted as they were. Though his health did not fade, his heart broke, knowing that his mate would move on without him, leaving him behind. Alone, he once more thought of those who had killed his friend. Revenge would poison him still.

Viaveah's attitude towards the world is very reserved, keeping all his feelings in check so he does not become overloaded with unwanted emotions. He learned this from his experience on not only being a herd leader, but also from his learning in battle. He likes to take his time to observe someone he meets before he makes a judge on them. Observation is very critical to him, and he is intelligent as well as quite formal in his very nature.

Song || Face Down :: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

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Parasyte Spyder

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'Spyder'

Cleveland Bay x Hanoverian

Stallion
4 winters
16 hh

Compact, powerful body, short and strong legs.
Large head, with a long refined neck, long deep girth.
Very nice muscle toning.

Stained Blood Bay
Mane Mixture of Variations of Black w/ White Strands in Forelock
Tail A Simple Coating of Ebony
Strange Orange Eyes
Variations of Numerous Scars Etching Across Entirety
Open wounds and chasms in pelting.

Dark Alliance
Belonging to Inferno Su Terra
Son of Leech {deceased} and Perdita {deceased}
Messes with Ashia
Father of Roulette

It has been said once before that bad beings are created merely by circumstantial events. In this light, it is insinuated that beings are not simply born malevolent, but are thus created. This case and point is illustrated in the birth of a spindly foal named Spyder, who was born into a small collection of equines that could hardly be considered anything close to a herd. Born to a dam who could not have cared less about her foal, there was no motherly affection to be had. She payed him little heed, for he was merely another child of hers, which the like of she had seen many a time. His father was not around, nor was he named, thus being absent for all of the foal’s life. Another member of the surroundings took to him, however, a stag named simply Leech.

Being the sole influence upon the young colt, Leech began to teach spyder, twist his young mind into a form he saw fitting. He broke the fragile mind, crack it in a way that turned the nature crooked and sinister, bending it with his own violent temperament. With charm, he persuaded the growing colt to kill of some of the younger foals whom had been born. It was then that the last fabric of Spyder’s sane mind snapped and shredded itself, the fire of his mind now loosened upon the world without tether.

Loving the scars that littered his pelting, as well as the throbbing pain that finally quenched his inner sadistic tendacies, Spyder began killing for the pure sport. His mind unraveled farther still, breaking down and eroding farther. Leech, his only connection to blooming sanity, was soon killed despite the young stallion’s persistant shadowing. Revenge was not a question. He killed that which was alive, tearing it apart with tooth and hoof until it was no more than a smear upon the earth.

After such events Spyder became a wanderer, challenging for sport more than other gain, each death under his charge classifiable as pure murder. He became effective despite his young years, knowing easily how to silence the target, or drag torture out for days on end. Undefined. Crazed. Shattered, splintered shares of a mind haphazardly stuck back together where they had inevitably broken. There is no real answer to how he shall act. His mind is its own book each time, rewording and reworking the fabrics of his own twisted logic. Paranoia, as well as the nature of a sadist plague him. He seems to be the happiest equine on the isles. First impressions. There seems not to be grounds for sanity, not even a grain, within him.

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Songs || Superbeast :: Rob Zombie

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The Stranger of Our Holocaust
'Stranger'

_{True name is Shiminege}

Heaven Horse Blooded

Chikao x Friesian

Powers include the experiencing of painful nightmares
The haunting of the past as well as present
The power to share images with another
An Ability to relive another experiences
Able to read the history of a land or animal
The ability to fly short distances

Stallion
Seven winters
16.36 hh

Thin emaciated frame, long but wiry neck, with large eyes.
Head seems comically large compared to body, very little muscle tone.
Hosts bad posture and a swaying gait.
Looks much older than he is.
Long wings sprouting from the edges of his shoulder blades.

Ashen Colored Black Pelt
Mane is Strands of Discolored Ebony
Tail is Mixture of Placid Grays
Eyes are Bottomless Onyx
Entire Pelting Flecked by Shades of Gray
Wings are Peppered mixture of Grays

Neutral Alliance
Herd Member of Animus Elegancia
Son of Greymarch and Rayven {deceased}
Half-Brother of Call Me Jack
Half-Brother of Samael
Mate is Aithne

Drowning in a pool of meaningless memories, shadowed by the past that can never be chased away. The ability was passed down by his frail mother as if transferred in her last dying exhale, cementing itself into the core of his mind, molding the soft young shape as if putty in hand. Too young to witness the death. Too young to know what it meant. Yet destiny does not seem to care about the mind as it passes the fragile by. This is the only thing he has gripped onto as the hollow cave of his existence becomes nothing more than a replay of past events. The horrors, oh the horrors! To relive the auttrocity of man in their actions. So many days lay waste to haunted nights, chased by what is not supposed to be had. The body soon seeks the rain, submerges itself as if to give up to the inner plead. Keep on living, moving, with each shallow collection of breath. Brace yourself for the tortured souls calling out in the depths of your nightmares! The past is such a wonderful thing to those who are ready to take it...but to the colt with the bag full of broken hearts, it eats away his life. Life was the illusion of chance as the heart took a fateful breath to stutter its last beat. Cold without pulse, emaciated frame stillness. A tick of a clock. Disaster. Disgrace. Revenge. The taste enough to sate the demon of wrong lost past. Yet then there was another on the breath of circumstance, the love unsated to be found once more. There it was as though conjured from a dream, and a soul to be regained. On the breath of three words, he was reborn from the demons, chased back to the land of the living with the mark of the heavens on his back.

Personality: The distance it takes for the mind to surface is enough to draw the few who dare converse farther into seclusion. Lifeless eyes reflect the hollowed-out core. When he speaks, which is not often, it is dull and without fruit. Meaningless. Too tired to care. No thought of reaching out for help that will never be offered. What is the point? There is no heart of stone under the shaggy malnourished hide, just an empty hole that aches and itches without promise of tomorrow. The stag knows that whoever he meets will become a past the moment later, something more for his mind to forgive. Never forgetting. Call him distant. Call him mean. Call him a social mediocrity. Give him a name. Give him a face. It is up to you to paint the picture upon the canvas that is him. Stranger. That is what he is.

Song || House of Wolves :: My Chemical Romance

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|| Lothíriel Lúthien

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‘Lucy’

Reaper x Harlequine

Powers include the ability to disappear,
the ability to control the surrounds and alter them,
the controlling of souls and spirits,
the power to kill with a look or touch,
and the ability to recall spirits that have moved on.

Mare or Fea
40 Winters Old
Immortal
14.4 hands

Small, dished head with large nostrils,
Short, crested neck, long sloping shoulders,
Minimal back, deep girth, strong hindquarters,
Tail carried high and set, hard clean legs, short cannon bone.

Hide is Base Black with Deep Purples Hues for Highlights
Markings are Heart over Each Eye, White Spots on Face to Muzzle
Mane is Ebony w/ Emerald, Sapphire, Crimson, Magenta Streaks
Tail is Onyx w/ Red, Pink, Green, Blue Streaks
Hooves are Dark Grey
Eyes Emerald in Coloration

Dark Alliance
Herd Member of Territorio Dei Morti
Daughter of Lucifer [deceased] and Red Diamond [deceased]
No Mate
No Offspring

The days of her youth were spent in constant shadow of her mother, the world drenched in fear. Throughout the first months of her life, and thus the haunts of her breath were the words of her mother’s mind, the paranoia etched in each word. Constant travel, constant motion, the Harlequine mare was on the run. Lucy did not understand these things, nor the strange mixture of love and hatred that was bestowed upon her. That which she did not understand soon came for her mother, killing the only companion the foal knew for this world. The unknown stallion was her sire, an old Reaper by the name of Lucifer, who some had believed to be the embodiment of the Devil himself. He had force bred the Harlequine mare and thus had the foal, raising it from the shadows and teaching the mind the fear. The truth of death, and wisdom. At the price of scars, of pain.

Deceptively intelligent, the mare has the ability to seemingly manipulate equines and bend their minds to her own wills and devices. Not controlling in the usual sense, and often describes as being distant, there is a charismatic nature that nevertheless draws others to her. As a loner, she does not flaunt herself nor flirt, the habitual manners used to change the nature and thus the object of conversation if it bores her. Her mind is stable, nor does she seek attention unwarranted, always collected and cool, unemotional and thus not wasting expression. She is seemingly fully aware of all gestures she offers the world. Though she is apart of the herds of death, she does not seek to kill for mere sport, as that would lessen the edge of the hunt, making it less enjoyable. She can kill easily, and does so for the sake of meat, especially when the isles are in the heart of the winters. Does not like to dine on sparse vegetation, though she is an omnivore by such choices. Had has sought to have friends, though usually becomes bored of them rather quickly, sometimes even finding inventive ways of disposing of them. In some plans she has them do away with themselves. Has never taken a mate, though that does not mean she is lacking for experience. Has had only one foal, whom she killed for the fear of her father finding such a thing and doing away with it himself. Upon the recent years, she has met with a stallion, another of Reaper origins, named Crowley, who is thought to be her only superior in mind. She has spoken with him, and through him, sought revenge for the childhood that was hunted. She feels for the stag.

Song || Lilium :: Elfen Lied
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'You can hardly fight with one who knows all...'

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Purebred Chikao

Powers Include knowing about all history from the past,
How to heal, kill, and give life in many ways,
Have knowledge of just about everything,
Can communicate telepathically,
Can pass down images,
Is known to have visions of the future,
Has copied the tactics of the Konjou,
the Zunden,
the Grim and Reapers
Veggenti,
and the Era,

Stag or Stallion
78 winters old
16.2 hh

Broad forehead, large eyes, convex profile with a long arched neck,
deep but short body, powerful rounded hindquarters,
strong legs with a short cannon bone.
Has a luxuriant mane and tail that hangs in strands.

Light Grey Muzzle w/ Many Scars Covering
Right Side of Bodice Starts Black Fades to Grey
Right Hind Leg is Red w/ Red Feathering
Hooves are Pink/Grey
Left Side of Bodice is Dark Grey w/ Knotted Swirls of Golden
Mane Mixture of Ash w/ Aging White Strands
Tail A Mix of Greying Ivory w/ Silver Highlights
Eyes Clouded White w/ Hints of Blue
Left Eye is More Vibrantly Colored
Both Eyes are Blind

Neutral Alliance
Herd Leader of Piazza Di Saggezza
No Mate
Mate of Rayvn (deceased)
Mate of Semira (deceased)
Father of The Stranger of Our Holocaust
Father of Call Me Jack
Father of Samael
Grandfather of Brightside

The world now is so far apart from the things the stallion was born into that one could say that the way of remembering has always been in his blood.
The stag was born as a Lord, father having died in waiting for his only Hier, born such in a time of desperation for his breed.
As the Wisdom knew of the past of the isles, they also knew of the future, the highest ranking whispering of the things that the rest could not know of.
The foal knew, born with his powers in full swing as the time drew closer.
He spoke, and they listened, followed him across the Isles to a place he had seen in his dreams.
It was a long journey, and many perished.
They called it The Grey March, so they dubbed there leader Greymarch in its memory.
They trusted him, though some rebelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. He knew. He understood, but did not react.
Many years he has ruled over those with Wisdom, though their numbers are so few.

In the shadows of dismay Greymarch sought escape,
leading himself to Reaper lands for consolance.
There he found a mare so fair that he swore he had already been lost to death's cold grip.
He took her as his own, but when she became swollen with child, she left.
In the ashen remains of what they had, she found another to love.
Greymarch looked on as they were slain, leaving the child Samael to his own devices.
So the legacy was born.

He had a son with a new mate sometime after the breed's fall, a Friesian halfblood that was weak in body.
Being so she perished, having birthed to the world a mudblood with the face of a normal equine.
Greymarch looked onward at the birth with a tinge of spite, leaving the foal what little it needed to exist, teaching it nothing.
The foal has grown, knowing nothing of his Sire.
So is the ways of the world.

The second mate he took was a powerful member of the sister herd, a Veggentti he had been promised as a union of the two herd's blood.
The mare grew ill with child, not wishing it to be so.
When the foal was birthed, she too perished, leaving the child without mother.
Another mud-blood for the world.
Greymarch was sparing with this one, giving it knowledge but little affection for the words.
He knows of the torment, but also knows what shall be done.
He waits. He watches. He exists.

Greymarch is a calculating equine who is very sure of his powers, as well as the future as a whole.
He knows of the past and learns from it, though rarely speaks of such things unless asked.
He does not draw a line between good and evil, for he knows they are muddled within.
Considered wise, knowledgeable, and intelligent by the normal standards, he is also regal, watchful, as well as patient.
Pacifistic in nature, he has been known to try and pass on fights, acting only in self-defense.

Song || Hang 'Em High :: My Chemical Romance


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Our Lady of Sorrows

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'Sorrow'
Purebred Cavallo Dell'Isola

Mare
7 autumns
16.4 hh

Delicate head with long refined neck, wither set well back.
Deep chested with a longer back, well-proportioned hindquarters.
Tail set high, has long slender legs.

Dazzling Stawberry Roan
Mane True Chestnut of White w/ Sorrel Strands
Tail A Mix of Chestnut w/ Sorrel Variations
Eyes Tarnished Brown/Grey
Markings of Flecking w/ White blaze

Light Alliance
Belonging as Herd Member of Terra De Rocas
No Mate
Son is Morningstar
Foal sired by St. Jimmy

Born of nothing refined nor elegant, but of one of the herds who took to the unclaimed wilds, a smaller band filled with a mixing pot of different breeds. Mud-bloods and natives, as well as the once outlanders were rounded together though mostly it stayed pure. A product form one of these strands was the filly, brought up on different ideals as she was passed alongsider her mother, claimed from herd to herd. Finally, she grew tired of that life, though the perfect broodmare she would have been with her build as well as beauty. Instead, she took inland, wandering the passages through the lands of the elementals and the claimed, skirting the lands where she would become possessed by another. She has grown used to this life on the run, though she has been claimed more than once, but never for any extended period of time. She wanders because she refuses to be sold and used as though she is just another trinket for a growing collection. For close to four or five years she has in turn lived this life, an exotic specimen untouched by the trials of a herd life, she lives with the objective of passing. The world is hers alone.

Our Lady of Sorrows has always dwelled upon the riddle that is revenge, wrapped by those she meets whom is consumed by its path. She is a flame, liking to take to fighting when needed, though she never turns her back on another. She doesn't trust, for trusting is only to them be betrayed once more. She ponders over that which is immortality, wanting to know what it means to never die. More than anything, she seeks to understand what she does not know, feel what she does not wish to know. What is it that they seek from those who cannot speak?

Song || Our Lady of Sorrows :: My Chemical Romance


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Call Me

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Mud-Blood
Veggenti x Chikao

Powers are knowledge of many topics.
The intrusion into another's mind.
Knowing of the future as well as the past.
Can kill, give life, in many ways.
Can tell the exact Time.
Has copied the tactics of the Konjou,
the Zunden,
the Grim and Reapers ,
and the Era,

Stallion
4 Springs
16.35 hh

Small head with convex face, long sloping neck.
Compact body with a deep chest, short legs with strong hocks.
Tail set and carried high.
Fine silky coat.

Coat is a Deep Bluish Grey
Mane is a Mixture of variations of Green
Tail is a Combination of White as well as Green
They Appear Bright Yellow
Small White Circles Across Pelting
Two White Diamonds on Neck
Blue Mask Upon Face

Of Decidedly Light Alliance
Herd Member of Piazza Di Saggezza
Mate is Char
Offspring is Brightside
Son of Greymarch
Son of Semira [deceased]
Half-Brother of The Stranger of Our Holocaust
Half-Brother of of Samael

Born the bastard child of a mare with no name to a stallion stricken once more with the woes of grief. Call Me Jack was served the cold hand of death early with the loss of his mother, father deciding to raise him though he himself was not to be seen with an illegitimate son, being the leader of the wisdom herd, though there was always a place for fate in his eyes. The foal's father seldom spoke of himself, of their relationship, teaching the manners as though he sang the praises himself. So many days where filled the sanctioned tellings of a war-torn past, of places beyond the Isola Dei Dei with exotic names. The young stag eagerly ate them up, witnessing them for himself later on as the powers gifted from his breeding emerged. He sough them as a gift rather than a curse, wishing to rid the world of its evils, cut others form the reach of its carnage, though the images of the blood did not wash clean from his mind. So young a stag, with a mission bound for glory, given himself a name for his father would not. How many times was it uttered for him to be called Jack, though never did it pass the lips of another. Behind the scenes, he observed for the years, wondering if there was such a thing as shame for another. Hard to say where the future shall lead him, though the stallion already catches glimpses now and again. Time was well as wisdom are on his side, though his years are few and his knowledge is ignorance.

Call me Jack. Let me save you from yourself. Not a saint, nor holy, without the need to bite his tongue as he speaks in riddles. Punk-ass child without the heeding of rules, tethered to a stake for his life on the lines of another. On the outside looking in, do you want him to describe to you what is one? Marching to the beat of his own drum, he wants you to take his hand. Light? Dark? Neutral? Elemental? Bastard? Mortal? It does not matter, he does not care, for in the end, to the end, we are all a funeral procession. Service with a smile.

Song || Welcome to the Black Parade :: My Chemical Romance

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