|| Unnecessary Condolences...

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[bg=#000000] Spring. The lush fascinations of the common maelstrom harbored minimal case of distraction for one fevered mind. The steps the bloody stallion took where more of timely skips, lacking rhythmic definition. Raised cranium seemed as if to sought out another as clipped ears swiveled methodically. Frenzied pumpkin hued orbs sparked pretentiously as wicked smile spread. Demons, where are you? The thought echoed inside hollowly as if more of a prayer than whimsical collections. Each next stride brought arcanely bubbling equine farther into the depths of the lands, his dance almost in mockery of death. Spyder was looking for more than a mere skirmish, but for a time-consuming trial. His pelt itched for new wounds, the waning of spilled crimson almost enough to drive him over the edge, if the stag had ever been far from the brink, indeed. Death had never been one to cleverly evade of deceive the mixed horse, but as of late the luck he harbored had been tempted by inactivity. All of the equines the bloody bay had encountered ran without the want of battle. Trap! The world was breathing down his neck, wishing for him to simply fling himself off the nearest cliff in anticipation. Nay! Spyder wanted nothing of that nature...though it was true he did, but the tearing of the skin was so much more enjoyable if it was not he doing it as action to himself. Self-inflicted wounds pondered beforehand, where not just of interest. He wished for crimson, and the stallion would not stop if he should wish it. This was why, indeed, he had been one to travel into the reaches of this land. Battle would be sought, and he would find it where it lurked. A maniacal self-induced giggle rose to the surface of his damaged throat, entering the air with slipping sounds as if upon airy natures. It was something of interest. Spyder drew himself to an unmeasured halting, muscled neck reaching to the stained grounds below as the cool winds ruffled the minimal mane he had collected. Blood. Though it had long been dried. Disappointment as well as a snap of hot rage boiled through him before instantly calming itself. A large, well-placed smile appeared as he scanned the territory before his toned form. It was proof, however, that there was other fair natures about this place. Laughing softly to himself, the stallion continued on upon the lands, wondering where he would find the next satisfaction for the addiction inside.

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Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: The title of this makes me so sad....
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[bg=#00022c] The Insanity Within stood on top of his world, the mane blows in the spring wind. His lips were recently stained crimson, a small animal he killed earlier laid limp at his feet. And yet, this did not sake his lust, his need for mass pain, his wanting of killing. He snorted into the air, snapping his teeth together. His mind was full of rage. He hasn't been able to kill his lust of killing. Not since that day during the winter. The snow covered ground was patchy now, some spots of blood everywhere. He looked at his leg, where only a small scar existed now, barely noticeable. He should of never jumped head first into that fight. He growled in rage as he now looked up. He snorted into the air again, and just trampled over the dead body of the animal on the ground. He has to find something more. He trotted down the mountain now, determined to find something to sake his lust. But he'd most likely would have to leave the neutral lands he called home.

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Muse: ....
OOC: (Insanity is not in good mood right now! XD Still pissed from Hollow biting his leg!)
Music: Superchick-Still Here

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[bg=#000000] Blood. The very luscious scent of true flesh tempted the flared nostrils as orange hues oculars snapped immediately with precise action to the source. A stallion, never mind the details of this fateful plea of mercy. A wicked smile carved deeply into the tenderly scarred flesh of the stag's own distorted maw, allowing his brain the stance of true malevolent fantasies. A slightly airy expression of breathless laughter graced the air as his gaits lurched forth with more animation, muscles warming themselves in anticipation for the battle ahead. The opposite opponent looked the part enough, indeed, this might even be something of experience for the bloody bay himself. A quake shivered along his spine in raw expectation for what he could only hope to come. Sadistic tendencies were something of minimal worry for himself as the stallion let out a jovial nicker, underlining true intentions blandly. Please, please, bring demise! Joyous day has come! Spyder pranced deviously about, gazing expectantly at the stallion whom taken station upon the lands, an aroma of death reigning from above. A killer, yes? With a keen eye on the blood coating the former's muzzle, it would have the appearance of perfect stage. Laughing once more quietly to bemuse none other then himself another strike hit the fresh mind. Teeth snapped the cold air, thawing the baked ground that cradled his hooves as dust devoured the small expanse of atmosphere surrounding. Was there a familiarity of drawing circumstantia? A click of remindings that he himself did only too wish to repeat. The scars upon his pelting almost burning in the need for more skin to be shed. In the broken mind, it tore a squeal from his throat, drawing the frame in a rear as long legs raked the air about himself, sweat beading to the surface as the sun frowned upon his form. Trapped in this place, was he not? There was no escape from this demon before him? Perfect. Spyder landed, brilliant bay coating shimmering toxically in the air as nostrils flared and another wicked smile coated facial complexion. A glorious day! A day for death, yes? Something more than just a runaway moment!

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Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: ...
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[bg=#00022c] Insanity stopped, his bloody gold eyes staring. His posture said clam, but his eyes were all to easily read as kill. His mind didn't work slowly. The stallion off the side of him would be all to easy for him. He turned and faced the stallion with a sudden burst of laughter, his lips curling up to match the painted wicked one. This may be what he needed. A kill of something at least worthy to fight him, though Insanity thought he'd be too easy. But he would be more of a challenge than the tiny animals he finds at the bottom of the mountain. His eyes lit fiercely with his sadistic mind as it now had a plan completely now, and ready to use it. The stallion raised himself out of his silence, rearing, legs lashing out towards the other, let out threatening squeals and snorts. He charged to the stallion, but a few seconds before getting close Insanity slid to a stop, hoping to throw the other off complete guard so his attacks would give him his satisfaction.

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Muse: ....
OOC: ...
Music: Superchick-Rock What You Got

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[Storeh]

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[bg=#000000] Witness. There was a vacancy of expression as Spyder watched with calm succession the murderous display that the other stag was flaunting about. A smile was showed inwardly to the style that this one seemed to have. Yes, the air of ignorance that he himself was indeed more than met the eyes. Yet, that is one of the reasons that this was a beautiful tempting game, yes? The little snorts of children, little gestures that this was more than just a little trivial temptation. Spyder hoped he had not chosen the wrong one. He wanted someone to be able to match him stride for stride, not the ignorance of a youngster sparring with the hope of fitful learning. Learning. Yes. There were lessons lurking. Laughter! The sweet suggestion of his own filled his ears as the stallion showed him up with the hopes of intimidation. Poor little bastard, he had no idea that Spyder had experience upon more fights that the stupid thing most likely had lived. Underestimation. Something he was well-known in his mind for. A flaw in the fatal plan that none had seemed to draw much attention to. The bloodily painted brute's ears flicked forth with arcane speculation as adrenaline pounded through each vein. Then, the stallion feinted to the left, stepped forth with swift motion, and slammed himself against the lesser stag's frame with all the force he could muster with the sharp jab to the ribs. The experienced fighter spun on his heels, looking to slam into him again as the cradling of his motions allowed the moment to think, stopping himself to instead take a step back from the scene in wait. Turning to the defense. There was no point in taking this more than stride by stride. His wished for crimson, bathe in blood, but that must be measured without the carelessness of haste. Nicely slow would bring him pain. Arching pain to break his bones! Tearing flesh. Limb by bloody limb. Take the stallion home.

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Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Sorry for the shortness. Stranger will come next post.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[bg=#00022c] Insanity felt the pushing blow, but his body was only shoved back a little. He felt his nostrils wrinkle, the bloody gold eyes smoldering, glaring at the other stallion. This time, there was no false hood to his charge. Insanity felt his body slam into the other's, his teeth now snapping at the other's flesh, face, throat, anything that he could feel his teeth sink in to. Insanity didn't back away, but swung his own body away from the other stallion's mouth. He was no long focused on anything now, except killing or be killed.

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Muse: ....
OOC: ...
Music: Superchick-We Live

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[Storeh]

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[bg=gray] There were under no such circumstances an accumilation of expressions to adequately bear integrity to the frivolousness that was entitled to this place the emaciated stallion had wandered into. The tread of mundane mindful quintessential thoughts drawing to to constrict farther the labored tendencies of breath. Pictures, splintered into sharded fragments paper-thin, bombarded the fragile structure of his cranium, threatening ardantly the collapse. What experience had lead the beaten stallion as so astray to find himself in the inner most plateaus of Cerchi Di Avversione? Nothing. There was no such meaning that could be tampered onto this journey, for now it was taken with not a shred of loathing, but one reigned in by pain. Inhibiting him from the riddles of his former inhabilitating details, noises, sharp audios, allowed for a momentary break in conscious. Battle. It was a fight, a war, between two stallions upon the central stage, their silhouettes blurring into that of broken rememberance, the flowers from protesters grace with the blood as shots fires. Ash, burning bodies turning the sky crimson in the wake of it all. The hollowed forms of encamped children as they marched to fit their demise. Razor-edged smiles as they where sent to the doom awaiting them with a grin from the overseers. No more! Explosions, corpses flying, screams! Mothers clinging to children as the alarms sounded, justice given by the grace of a bullet from a gun. Save the child, put lead in her head! The gutters crimson spilled, more than just a war. Slaughter. Two. Two meant so many things. Massacre from the bodies of two without a reason to fight. Why did they fight? Their crimson made Stranger's stomach clinch. Stop! Open your eyes. Stagger, a plea upon the confines of his tattered maw. Do not do this to each other! Why must death tear apart all that is good in the world! No need! No time! Death may tempt, but does anyone see? Tears. Blinded by tears, but feeling no rage. No fear. No pity. Save them from the fate they so wish to choose. Death is not an awakening lost. So many have died who would so eagerly wish to be your place. No. The pictures are blending, like cloaks against the riding demons who beckoned to their destiny. Down. Down. The world is swaying to the song on the devil's tongue. Please. No More! See the world. See what it means to live.

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Muse: Impossible.
OOC: ...
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[Storeh]

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[bg=#000000] Pause. Snap. Words rushing like water. Crimson spilling freely as the frozen stance was made. Eyes crack. Stag? Skinny little brute. Spyder could almost snap the purtruding flesh with his mind. Clap. Snap. Tears? Pitiful creature was crying. Pitiful. Shame! Shame! Misery. Oh, do share. Do tell. Do bring me. Blood like a fountain across his maw, pulling back lips in cracking grin. Snap. Snap. A tiny toy to play with? To break like thinning sticks. The bloody bay turned to the fragile horse. No, heartbeat? Out of breath. Easy, peasy, pumpkin pies. Smeared across his flesh. Mixed equine's teeth snapped as he staggered toward with derangement nigh. Here ye, here ye, welcome to the show! Can I tear off your skin? May I please eat your bones? Quickly, quickly, now, it's about to start! Would you mind too much if I tore out your heart? Spyder lunged, aiming for the throat, teeth grazing the flesh as a wicked laugh erupted. Fight, buddy boy! Show me what you can do! Teasing, the canines snapped, lurching across his spine, tearing at the flesh. Yet, there was no movement. Squealing angrily, the brute locked his jaws around the stallion's throat, tightening around the flesh. The jutting of bones made his teeth ache, made him want to crack them open. Drink them dry. Taste like ash. The blood tasted like ash. The bloody bay pulled back, tearing the flesh as he went. Orange orbs sparked. Fight. Fight.

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Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: T-T
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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[bg=#00022c] Insanity felt the stallion he was fighting leave. He growled sadistically, sound much like another animal than horse. As he whipped around to charge the stallion again, he saw him going for another, weakened horse. Insanity normally preferred to fight one's who could attack him, but he was not going to deny himself a change to kill. He took off to the other, stained teeth bared. He charged the side of the stallion, sharpened hooves lashing out, his teeth striking to his top line of the neck. His hooves dug into the sides , tearing the pelting, skin, and flesh at his ribs. He ground his teeth in. The blood filling his mouth did not have a taste to him, and brought him no satisfaction, but he sank his teeth in until it hit bone. And kept on bite down in several, trying to find a spot where he could sever a disk in the neck. He heard nothing, not even his hooves beating into the horse's side. Giving up on finding a disk, he released his jaws, and kicked as hard as the stallion could to knock the non fighting horse down to his side so Insanity could break the ribs.

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Muse: Killer
Word Count: 203
OOC: ...
Music: ...

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[bg=gray] Tears combined into crimson hued rivulets, tainting the extent of sharply defined features as they reached with extended grasp to the awaiting vacancy below. Ash, the scent of it tainted his muzzle as the scarlet liquid choked the confines of throat, constricting, harshly staining as raw hacking coughs brought it spewing as if poison from breaking heart. Pain. Unfathomable degrees of suffering that made Stranger feel the knots inside reworking themselves. This is what you deserve, now you may understand the torment countless souls had suffered past, a level you could never comprehend. The bottomless orbs flickered with knowledge as the heavens above seemed to smile down upon him, feeble heart still weakly beating as the rage from the spawn filled the fresh wounds inflicted. Mother. Are you proud of me? Have you seen what I've done? When they beat me down will they reach enlightenment? A smile, genuine to heart-breaking core, shattered. No. Humanity was always especially cruel to the weak and undeserving of its scorn. Already the flames beckoned the fading soul closer, a talon upon the tainted air. Beckoning to the demise that was already certain. You have achieved nothing. Your passing with leave nothing of reckoning upon this world. Simply, none with mourn, for you are the past already gone. A sob consumed his form as they tore him apart. The pain was no distraction, it was only an illusion to bind him to the present. Lies. Stranger was going to die. It was inevitable, the sharp pain of his heart as it wished to cease. It is I who will pay for the sins of my brethern, the ones who are tainted now by my blood. My skin is ashen thin, the deep breaths are lost in their dance. Death was here, the pale horse whom was so familiar, whom always clang to his pelting. Unwelcomed, but uncaring. Yes, he was to be spirited away. There was no redemption for the life he had lived, though it was not by his choice. Your death will be as you have lived. Meaningless. Not a scar upon this earth, the world will not grieve. No one will care, not even the ones whom harm you. Millions. Die. Every. Second. You are to become part of that statistic. Factors that lack compassion from the bitter tears you have cried. You were right. You do not deserve to live, and these stallions before you see that. No! Yes. Look at the truth, Stranger, see it for what it really is. You were born to die. You were born to walk the world without a purpose. You were born to this. His heart lurched, and the lids flickered closed. Avengers take me. Revenge. Do I want this? The light before me. Do I dare turn my back? Yes. You must take back what you have lost. Starting with your soul. Starting with your death. It was the silence commend them. No heart left to beat. No breath in the silence. Stranger knew.

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Muse: Impossible.
OOC: ...
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything}

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