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[OH HAI SPI!]

H A Z E .

haze smirked as she entered the dark lands. she loved it here, then again, she liked it almost anywhere. she wasn't picky. just as long as there were equines. the more messed up the better. she liked playing with their head, playing mind games. she was ever changing, her personality constantly forming into something she wasn't. she wasn't sure who she really was. honestly, she didn't care, she liked being this way. or so she told herself. sometimes she wished she could find who she really was. she really wished she could find someone to love, a herd to join, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. so, she played with what she had, and that was her manipulative personality.

she pranced through the forest, looking as flirtatious as she could. she loved the attention. she let out a soft nicker. someone nearby would easily be able to hear it. she didn't want to attract the whole forest at this point. maybe just one equine. she wasn't afraid, she wasn't worried about her safety. she'd been here many times, and nothing had ever happened. it was the middle of the day, it was pretty warm out, all the birds, and rodents were out. it was too pretty, too peaceful for anything to happen. none of the creepers were out during the middle of such a beautiful day.

she called out one more time, this time it was a gentle whinny. it could probably be heard from a fair distance away. she continued to prance through the forest. deeper and deeper into the forest. she bobbed her head rhythmically with her feet, her mane flopping from one side to the other. and her long tail flowed behind her. the hard ground barely left a hoof print. it had been dry for a little while, not enough to cause a drought. there was still plenty of water for consumption and play. she personally loved the water. especially the ocean. it was so calm and peacful, a nice place to think. she shook her head as she stopped day dreaming.


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WORDS || 350
MUSE || gewd.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || fuuuun :3

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[bg=#000000] Misery's Demon trotted quietly through the dark forest, his hoof beats making soft thudding sounds as the struck the foliage covered ground. His head was held high and his turquoise eyes surveyed everything he passed. His black as night coat glimmered slightly in the defuse light and the turquoise flames on his moving legs seemed to dance. His tail fluttered behind him, the mix of blue black and silver hairs making it seem like rippling water. He continued on his way, searching for nothing in particular. He was the loner type, due to his dark and evil past. Hated as a foal, his demonic father fed that anger and made him into a coldblooded killer. He used to kill just to cause the pain and suffering. He lived on the misery of others and something about their pain excited him. But that was before the old stallion...That stallion had the courage to forgive him for what he was about to do. That broke the demon inside and gave him the hold he needed to control the demon, at least in part... Now he was just looking for a companion, he might even want to join a herd and start a family...but who would accept him. Horse-killer, Misery-eater, Death-lover...Those are just some of the names he was called by any equine that had any good in them at all. If he could only repent... A whinny shook him out of his reverie. Turning to wards the sound, he slowly looked through the bushes. There, trotting to wards him was a pretty mare, her coat a mix of black and white patches and eyes of a deep bark brown. He voice had called to him, so he stepped into her path, his turquoise eyes meeting hers. "It's a bit dangerous for a mare like yourself to be in the woods alone, in this place of darkness. But something tells me you are not a feeble female. What are you called?" He crooned, tossing his head so his forelock fell to the side, showing off his blood red bleeding star. His demon was hovering at the surface of his mind, whispering in his head to take this mare as his own. The goodness(?) or what ever was not evil pushed it back as he waited for her reply. Thoughts: Muse:Very Good Words: 383 Other: Demons are fun!

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H A Z E .

haze heard the equine before she saw him. she was startled by the big thing that stepped into her path. she smirked to hersel. ' oh la la, what do we have here? ' she cooed to herself. the bigger the better. ' well love, something tells you right, i am indeed the opposite of a feeble mare. ' she paused a moment. ' haze. ' she paused once more ' haze is my name. ' her dark brown orbs searched his body, looking, taking it all in. she looked back up into his eyes. ' and you, sir? ' she said. ' what do they call you? ' she added in her sing-songy voice.

she had yet to respond to him thinking this place was dangerous. it was only dangerous cause of equines like him. she held her tongue though, and kept quiet. Quite a feat for the mare who never shuts up. She walked past the stag, gently brushing up along side of him. ' what brings you here? ' she asked bluntly. she was getting straight to the point today. sometimes it frustrated her how she changed daily, yet she continued to let it happen.

she smirked to herself. she was having fun already. she couldn't wait for it to get interesting. she was used to things going her way, and today didn't seem any different. fun, that was really all she was after. just some mind games and such. ahh, she would surely go to hell for all the nasty things she did to others. like spilling her own family's blood. it wasn't right, but it was fair. they deserved every bit of it. she was just as twisted as everyone else, yet she had such a hard time seeing it.


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MUSE || gewd.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || fuuuun :3

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[bg=#000000] The stag grinned as she addressed him and came up for a closer look. Heat flashed through him as she brushed against him, and he fought to keep the demon at bay, but it took over in a flash and his neutral spirit was swept away in the tide of want. As her rump went pasted him, he reached out and gave it a teasing nip. " I am called many things, sweetling, Death's Lover, Misery-Drinker, Night-Demon, just to name a few..." He turned his large frame to face her once more, his eyes glinting evilly. "I rarely tell people my real name, but I believe I shall tell you my sweet... I am Misery's Demon." He took a deep breath to get a sense of her scent, and what he smelled pleased him. She smelled tart and deceptively sweet, and that tickled the demon's fancy. He raised his tail so the light breeze blew it out behind him. He watched her absorb the information he gave her before continuing to answer her questions. He wanted to get her to trust him so he could take her as his own with out resistance. "As to why I am here, I am a wanderer. I must stay on the move, to keep those who would rather have me dead from being able to find me. He looked her over as he spoke, taking in every detail and curve of her body. She was on the smaller size, but that suited him fine. A smaller mare was easier to cuddle with...if and when he felt like cuddling. A thought flicked across the demon's mind and his muscles bunched, making him look even bigger."Now...Tell me why you are here, my delight. You are to pretty to be dancing around here on your own... Where is your stag? Waiting for the perfect chance to ambush me? I would love to see him try... It would be so amusing to break a leg and slowly bleed him to death... All that pain and suffering would be delicious..." He said, his eyes flashing a bit more with the thought of pain. He then shook his head a little and looked at the mare again. "Of course, I would not let anything like that happen to you, sweetling. And you would not even have to watch if you did not want to. I would never force a lady to watch something like that...but I have a feeling that you might enjoy a little pain and suffering from another...Would you?" He asked, glinting eyes fixed on her. She was alone, he could smell it, but it would hopefully make her stumble a bit, and he would be there to catch her before she fell. The demon wanted this one, and the demon always gets what he wants. Thoughts: Muse:Epic Good Words:470 Other: The Sadist rises! lol

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H A Z E .

haze looked him over once more as he said what he was sometimes called. ' i can see why.. ' she said with a quiet voice. she didn't mean it in a mocking way, just stating a fact. she straightened up and bobbed her head, looking as sexy as ever. she listened to his real name and said ' well sir, it's a pleasure. ' she cooed. she listened intently to what he had to say next. ' a wanderer, eh? ' she said to herself. ' that makes two of us. ' so, he too had murdered? maybe they were more alike after all. she flicked her tail and took a small step closer to him, closing the distance between the two. her dark brown eyes looked him up and down once more. he was so.. big. muscular. gorgeous.

' i'm here because i want to be. no rhyme or reason really. ' she paused again, trying to figure him out just slightly. usually she was in control of a situation, but here, she had lost it. she wasn't one to be scared easily, but she was beginning to worry. ' i don't have a stag. ' she didn't see any point in lying to him, it would only make matters worse. she wasn't in the mood for bluffing today. she wanted things to be straight to the point.

there was a twinkle in her eye at the very mention on death. she too craved it, but she was very good at controlling that craving. he was starting to make her hungry again. she was starting to crave the very thing she had run from. spilled blood. ' i would. ' she blurted out. as she said before. no lying. ' i would love it. ' she added. she couldn't escape her past, no matter how she tried. this stag was pushing all the right, or all the wrong, buttons.

speech thoughts

WORDS || idc.
MUSE || gewd.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || fuuuun :3

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[bg=#000000] He smiled wickedly as the mare closed the distance between them. She was falling right into the trap... He stretched his neck out and ran his head up and down her neck, just to get his scent on her and to gage her reaction. The demon wanted to make sure she was truly opening up to him and not drawing him in for the kill. He gently began nibbling the skin up by her ears and began working his way down her neck. Oh yes...The demon was a master of seduction and lead the mare into the first steps of this particular dance. She finished speaking as he finished grooming her to the shoulder. He raised his head at the almost eager tone in her voice. She liked pain and suffering? This mare just made herself even more desirable to the demon. "A mare who can deal with the Demon and his ways? My sweet, you are a remarkable mare..." He began grooming her neck again, just a bit lower this time. He paused when he was about halfway down and said, "Were you hurt by others at a young age, my delight? Did someone hurt you.. cause if they did...I will make them pay back every word they hurt you with... with drops of blood and hours of pain..." The demon was already protective of this mare, and his temper was at the breaking point. If anyone hurt HIS mare...they would pay with their lives... Thoughts: Muse: great!!! Words: 246 Other: Love this already!

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H A Z E .

haze watched as misery stretched his neck out toward her neck. she tighten up fearing an attack. she was surprised to find him begin grooming her neck. she titled her head slightly. ' why thank you. ' she said with a smile. she was a bit taken back when he asked if she was harmed when she was younger. could he have known just by the way she behaved? ' yes, i was. more emotionally, than physically. ' she said. no lying. ' it's already taken care of. ' she said. ' and you? ' she paused. should she really be asking a demon this?

she wasn't sure she liked a demon grooming her. it kind of made her edgy, she was unsure of this. she stepped away, out of reach.. ' i.. i'm thirsty. ' she said in her sing-songy voice. she began walking away towards a nearby spring. she had been her long enough to know where to graze, and where to drink. what had she gotten herself into.

speech thoughts

WORDS || idc.
MUSE || gewd.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || fuuuun :3

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[bg=#000000] The Demon smiled gently at the mare as she asked about his past. "Yes, darling...I was abused emotionally as a colt...and was physically abused by my father until he was killed by a rival...He fostered this thing inside...and made it part of who I am." He was almost a little hurt when she pulled away, and some of his neutral spirit came back. "Sweatheart...Am I scaring you? I apologize if I am..." He pined after her. The demon hissed angerly the neutral spirit as they battled for control of his body. He sighed as the demon yet again shoved the neutral out of the way. He followed the mare slowly. "Sweetling...I did not mean to push you that hard... I will leave if I made you feel uncomfortable..." The demon turned and began to walk away, his tail hanging limp behind him. He knew that this might happen, but he would play it up. He hoped she would call him back and he would come. He had her twisted around him and she unknowingly had him around her. He sighed sadly and began to make his way away from the mare that now held a peice of himself. Thoughts: Muse:dieing... D: Words:200 Other: I need Muse!

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H A Z E .

haze frowned. she hated that he too was abused. she hated it with all her heart. it was so hard, so hurtful. at least she hadn't gone through the physical abuse as he had. ' i'm sorry.. ' she said sympathetically. she continued to walk towards the spring. ' no no, not at all.. i'm just not used to being so close to someone.. ' she paused as she thought out her words carefully. ' i just thought that coming here would be a new start, but the scars, they're still there. they still haunt me. and i suppose they always will.. ' this no lying stuff was, well, interesting. it almost made her feel better. almost.

she dipped her head down and took a long drink of the ice cold, clear water. she lifted her crown only to see him walking away. ' don't leave.. ' she purred. ' i'm fine really, it's nothing. ' she trotted up to his side and brushed her muzzle against his shoulder. she didn't know why, but she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. it was almost scary. she didn't want to need someone.

' you asked me if i had a stag, now i must ask, do you have a mare? what about any offspring? ' she wasn't trying to hint toward anything. just curious. sometimes she was too curious for her own good. she flicked her tail as she stayed by his side. she was beginning to settle down and not feel so uneasy about this whole thing.

speech thoughts

WORDS || idc.
MUSE || gewd.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || fuuuun :3

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[bg=#000000] The demon smiled to himself as she said that it was alright. He turned to her as she came up beside him. "Sweetheart, a new start is always possible for yourself, but others never forget...I can't could the times Misery tried to repent and got himself even more hurt than he was before. His mother hated him even in the womb and his father taught him the only way he could survive. He taught him hate and that love was a weapon that others used to hurt the weak...And the scars will never fade...they can just cut in deeper... For the first time since the stallion, the Demon felt himself break under the weight of his rejection. He pressed his face into Haze's shoulder, shaking with the effort of holding his fragile mind together. He heard the hurtful words of others pound into his head and each one made him shake even harder. He hated the fact that this mare, the mare that he felt something he thought he would never feel for another, was watching a strong stallion like himself go to pieces. He silently started to brace himself for her rejection. She would leave him just like his mother and the herd he had trusted after his father was killed. He was not sure if he could bear anymore rejection. He knew if she rejected him, innocent lives of horses would be lost and the isle would be bathed in blood. He killed those only who wronged him, but he was afraid... He muscles tensed as she pulled away from her, his body still shaking, his pain-filled eyes glaring off into the distance. "No, those scars never fade...and they can destroy a horses spirit....just.like.mine..." he closed his eyes and waited to hear her cruel laughter, waited for the pain of teeth and hooves and then...nothing... Thoughts: Muse: Fantastic Words:308 Other: You found a weakness in the Demon...wtg!

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H A Z E .

haze nodded at what he was saying. she knew how true it was. she'd been through it. it was hard, it wasn't fair. she felt his muzzle press into her shoulder, she felt him shaking, she felt him falling apart. she bent her neck to rub his. she kept whispering to him over and over again ' shh, it's alright, it's alright.. ' she continued to run his neck. she wanted him to known she was there for him. she wasn't just saying that, remember, no lying.

she tried her very best not to break down. she continued rubbing his shoulder. ' it can destroy someone, oh but misery, you said yourself a new start is always possible. ' she paused with a smile. ' if i can do, you can too.. ' she said. ' we'll do it together, i'll be here for you. ' she paused. ' promise. ' she nuzzled his shoulder gently. was this finally her new start?

she looked up into his eyes ' you must be hungry, or thirsty, or something.. ' she said thinking. ' maybe we should find a better spot for grazing? hm? ' it seemed as if they'd be sticking together for a while, they might as well find a place fit to live in for a little while. perhaps search for a herd, or claim a land for themselves.

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WORDS || 231
MUSE || awesomeee.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || aww <33 and boo yah, take that demon xD

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[bg=#000000] What? He heard no laughter and felt no pain. He opened his eyes and saw her actually took a step towards him and nuzzled his shoulder. What was this?!? He actually took a step back insurpise when she nuzzled his shoulder. She was conforting him...the first comfort and love he had every exspeienced. "Is it possible? For a demon who has killed so much? People will not allow me to repent...But you will? Haze..." He snuggled close to the mare, his breast brushing hers, his nose gently nudging her to come as close as she could get. He need the contact, Misery drinking in the love and the demon savoring the contact. They two personalities were agreed on one thing. They needed Haze...now and always. Misery's Demon smiled down at his mare, most of his shackyness from before evaporated. He purred a laugh and touched his nose to hers. "I think we should...but I must say something first..." He stopped and collected himself, gathering his wits and giving into the demon a little. "Firstly, I am not sure I will be able to hold back the demon if I ever find one that has ever hurt me or if anyone ever dared to threaten you... My father honed my other self into a lethal weapon that even after 3 years I struggle to control... I can not say I will never hunger for blood again...I just wanted to get that out before I say this...I love you, Haze. You hold a peice of my soul, aswell as a part of the Demon's. We will do our best to please you..." The evil gleam returned to his eyes for a split second as he bowed to his Haze. No, the demon will never leave, but he can try to live like a normal equine or what ever his mare wanted. He nuzzled her cheeck gently and took his place beside her. "Lead on, My Lady." He said, hoping that this was atleast a start to their new lives, or atleast bring some joy to their old ones. Thoughts: Muse:Great! Words:348 Other: Awe!!!XD so squishy!

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H A Z E .

she felt him step back just as she had previously. she didn't blame him. there was alot happening so quickly. then he stepped back into her touch, chest to chest they stood there comforting each other. ' it is always possible. for anyone. of course i will allow you to repent, why wouldn't I? ' her muzzle touched his, and she smiled.

She listened closely, it was fair. she too wasn't sure she could control her self if a femily member came back. or if someone threatened herself, or misery. she had killed before, and once you had it was like you contracted a disease. it could be controlled by will alone, but sometimes you just have, outbursts. ' it's understandable.. and i can't promise i'll never thirst for blood again either.. so we're on the same page. ' she said with a little chuckle.

She took the incentive and ran with it, literally. she quickly broke into a trot with the flick of her ebony colored tail. she continued to trot for a short ways before breaking into a slow canter. it wasn't long before she halted at the edge of the forest giving way to a large open field of grass. she began nibbling at some of the tall green foliage. ' hungry? ' she asked with a grin.

she didn't really want to wander the rest of her life. wandering seemed so.. just not something she really wantded to be doing at this point. she was a but power hungry at times, she would have loved to be a lead lady. but at this point, even a herd to join may have been nice.. ' misery.. ' she said looking up from her feasting. ' what shall we do about a home? ' she paused. ' i mean if your happy wandering, then that's fine with me.. ' she paused again. ' but.. wouldn't you like to be part of a herd? or start your own? ' she paused yet again. ' i think it would be nice.. i don't know.. ' she said with a quick smiling before dropping her head again.

speech thoughts

WORDS || 354
MUSE || eh, decent.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || very squishy, and imma pm you o.O

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[bg=#000000] Misery smiled and followed his mare at a quick trot, his ground-eating trot easily keeping up with her. As she slowed to a stop, he whickered and nibbled her rump gently. "Yes, Sweetone, I could stand to graze a little." He lowered his head and began to eat the lush grass. The winter had been very hard, even for the loner, and it was a pleasure to eat his fill easily. He swiveled his ear to Haze as she spoke his name, "Yes? What is it, darling?" He listed to her question and smiled into the grass at her request. He raised his head as he thought about his answer. " I have wandered for over 5 winters of my life...I would give anything to settle down. Not having to worry about where the next meal will come from or a safe place to stay the night... I would be eager and proud to start a herd, due to the fact that I doubt any herd would accept me. We live to serve...so what the Lady wants, the Lady gets." He stepped up to her and nibbled her shoulder gently. This contact was slowly beginning to heal the fissure of neglect that had been only growing since he was born. He sighed gently and waited for her answer.

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H A Z E .

every so often haze would lift her head to look over at misery. she was starving, she hadn't eaten in a while. wandering was a hard life. one had to find food water and shelter, or die. thankfully she was familiar with this area. haze listened, and was happy to hear he wanted what she wanted. she didn't really want to be 'served.' she wanted them to agree on things and not always have her way. ' i'm happy you feel the same way. ' she felt him nibble at her shoulder. ' i don't need you to please me, i want both of us to be happy. we should both be able to agree on things, not just what i want.. ' she nuzzled his neck. she didn't want him to take it the wrong way. she just didn't like a one-sided relationship.

she was contented, she was no longer hungry, or thirsty. the sun was slipping slowly. it was getting late. it wasn't cold, or stormy. finding a place to rest wouldn't be a big deal. she tilted her head slightly. ' how old are you, love? ' she asked curiously. she listened to the birds sing nearby, and the gentle wind floating through the tress.

speech thoughts

WORDS || 354
MUSE || eh, decent.
FOR || chances/misery's demon
NOTES || -happy dances-

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