~`The Killer's Innovations`~~`OPEN/RANDOM`~

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[bg=#00022c] On the edge, on the brink of life. Nothing seem to satisfy his lust for death. He needed something. He, who was The Insanity Within, stood on the impossible drop. Killing just didn't seem to do the same for him. He let four escape or leave them to die on that accord, though he knew they still lived. He felt compelled to hunt them down and rip apart more slowly than anything he has ever killed. Of course, just killing anything worth it's heart being torn out sound good to him. Only scattered bones and washed away blood laid around him in his wake. It's been a while since this killer killed. Pain has been dulled, whether he was receiving it or if he was dealing it. Nothing seem to spark for him. Killing hasn't been worth it's waste of energy, and the coltish stallion of the demented portions seemed aged, though he was extremely young yet. But aged because nothing in pain and killing brought him back to feeling alive. But the weakened stallion stood on the edge of this world, staring down the landslide of sharp rocks on the side of the mountain. His narcissistic behavior was gone. He felt beyond dead inside. More like the animations of his bones and flesh was nothing more than trivial and menial task that simple should be skipped or shouldn't be bothered with. Death would send him were he'd want to be. Many told him he'd suffer there. But their thinking of suffering would be his paradise. With their version of suffering, he'd flourish. Life was worthless to him. His own mind raced with thoughts of histories of the life before he came he. If only he'd still lived there, this coltish stallion would still have a fiery reason to live. There was plenty to kill that wouldn't escape him. He began reviewing his life worth. The black seed of his home, a throwback of his bloodlines. He was always seen as a weak colt, that he was to die soon after being born. But, since no one knew he was the next killer, destroyer of life, of his line, those filthily humans raised him to survive. But they knew is looks would remain coltish. Being born per-mature like he was left him underdeveloped for his age. Little did anyone knew, he was going to have the ability to rip apart anything. He had to be taken from his mother early. After a little while, his mother saw monster he really was. She'd always panic with him near her, tried keeping the one thing she should of loved away from her. Of course, he didn't let his mother's failed attempts stop him from taking his chance to experiment. The on time he was kick, he only laughed like a demonic child, causing his mother's freight to raise even higher. But he got his chance to get revenge for the kick she delivered on him. He ran her weak, constantly draining her of her milk until it was gone, and she was partly ruined. But that was only time he was really interested in his mother was to terrorize her. It may have not been his type of work now, but as something that small and young, he was proud of himself at that age. Of course, when they seen that happen, the humes couldn't just keep them together. But he proved he was no weakling. He only proved everyone else weak But still, the humes were not terrified of him. From that point, he knew he need to cause terror to them all, find a way out, and terrorize the rest of the world like a demonic phantom. Of course, the humans would rid of him before it would escalate to that level. They'd saw his worth sooner than he thought. But the beast in side laid dormant at his home. His first real victim of his true potential was a slightly older and would of been stronger then him foal. He was only a mid yearling when he first ripped apart someone. He was always known to be a pretty rough player of the game the colts played. A very violent version of King Of The Hill that the humans thought was only just child's play. Of course, the foals took it seriously, and not one soul took it as serious as him. And he was not use to losing at it because he never knew what was enough and never learned to stop something until he felt done himself. Of course the foal of the night won only because it was time to head into the barn for the night. Insanity was never one to stop something just because of the humes. He trampled over the larger foal and mangled his body beyond recognition. With a wicked smile on his mouth matching up to the painted, cracked smile, he was dubbed The Insanity Within for he was now permanently incensed with a want and need to kill. The humes couldn't trust the foal with others, so he was left alone. Now the crazed foal was forced to contain the killer in him. Of course, when he was two years old, his development finally caught up with him. He was well muscled, but nothing at this time could stop him from killing. Even when he was suspended in the air, wrapped in a cocoon of chains. He always managed to slip out of those. Those could never hold him. One night, her even slipped out the stall, and began to bully a mare who was to be breed by a stallion of the place. He beaten her by the time the stallion came. The fight was automatic. Insanity did have fun in the fight, made last as long as he could, for the humes weren't there to stop him. In the end, Insanity was playing the corpse with blood, guts, and pieces of fleshed scattered all over the grounds the next morning, the raven blue-black coat caked in blood. But as the humans dragged him from his kill, Insanity wasn't going to let him be dragged by these humes, and in the act of trying to get released, he killed the owners' son without mercy. The bloody morning was what showed the stallion's true horrors and reason to walk the earth. At that time, the humans decided that it was time to rid of the stallion, out of the country, since no one would want him in the country, so they shipped out the soonest they could. Of course, Insanity would go easily and in the end of being the ship, he escaped, causing choas, when he reached this island after his escaped, he watched the ship sink in the horizon. He had victims after that point of his life, but that life was good. Good to him. He was slowly brought back by something he recognized. Pain. Searing pain. It felt good. It was in his legs. Something in remembering his past awoke him. His eyes slide open, not remembering if he closed them or not, and rolled them down to see what was causing this pain at the base of his long legs he never grew quiet back into. The bloody gold orbs stares as they took in the scene. How long had he stood there? Thorns that were longer than a old needle from the early 1900's were stabbed into his legs. The plant they belong to was dead, but the thorns still caused wounds. His legs had to be bleeding for a while, the white of his one leg stained heavily in his own blood. The stallion seemed to spark back to life. The killer's instinct and need was back. Muscled twitched, as if they we're testing themselves, checking to see if they had the same tone, could do the same damage. He lifted his head now, for the downed positioned. He hasn't killed in two months. He needed to make up for that. Death was at a pause for those he didn't kill. It wasn't right just standing there. The Insanity Within snort at him in disgust as he now was turning around and walking away from the edge. How dare he let himself go like that!? He moved forward with a new lithe, ready to rip apart someone else in a joyous murder. It was time for him to kill mercilessly once more. He won't let himself go like that again. The Blood-stain Gold eyes were now lit with the insane's new plight.

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Muse: New Found Fire Of Blazing Awesomeness.
Word Count: 1431
OOC: ...
Music: Mama - My Chemical Romance+The Ballad Of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco+Lights Out - Breaking Benjamin

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora stalked through the land, looking for a paticular stallion. She had heard that this one was insane, and she was payed to kill him. Her golden hooves hit the ground, but she crept along like a shadow. Her muscles rippled on each step. She blended in with the shadows, her whole body black except her hooves. She wondered what today would bring. White dots shone when her pelt hit the light. She snaked her way through the trees, her ears swivling all around. She thought about her mother as she searched. She had not always been dark Kahora had relized long ago. Something had made her go insane. Kahora stopped when she saw a figure through the trees. She watched silently, comfirming this was her stallion. She started to move closer until her hoof snapped a twig in half. She kept going, her plan going excellent. She apeared out of the trees, watching him with her black eyes."Hello."

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[bg=#00022c] Insanity blood-stained gold color eyes turned onto the voice that spoke to him. A simple hello. Defiantly not a voice of his heard. The said no hellos or good byes. Those were always there. He choose to ignore them at times. But this voice sounded familiar, like he recognized it from his old home. But that didn't matter.. Even in this weakened estate he was in, he had enough strength to kill yet. He stood still for a moment, completely motionless, there was no tensing of his muscles to test them as he quickly planned what to do with this one who approached him and judging her reaction. Something in his head seem to being in a screaming whisper, that this mare wasn't here to try and befriend him. Another not to be trusted. Of course, why would he let her live any who. He's even killed the trusted. Without any warning signs, the stallion attacked, the wicked smile of his lips only now coming on to match the painted one. His only thoughts came from the voices inside his head, already to seem to be screaming for him to rip this mare apart, to feed on her like he was an animal other than an equine. His teeth came clacking together near her throat, waiting to see if it landed and his mouth would feel flesh, blood, and the windpipe.

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Muse: The Insane Has Gone Mad With Bloodlust...
Word Count: 232
OOC: HOLY CRAP!!!! IS MY LAST POST REALLY THAT LONG!!!!!! O.O
Music: Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora stared at him, waiting for his move. She dodged him, but her neck was scratched. She made her way toward, her eyes twinkling menacly. She made an attempt to bite his neck, and if he dodged she would try to rake her hooves down his pelt. She laughed wickedly, her muscles tensing up like she was going to pounce. Kahora smiled in a sick grin, but somewhere deep inside her head said don't kill him. She pushed it back, and tried snap at his neck. She stopped, looking at him over. "You better say something because those will be your last words." She hissed,blood leaking down her neck. She charged at him, her hooves pounding against the ground.

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[bg=#00022c] Was there really a voice inside this animal. He never knew. He's never spoken a day in his life. But he didn't care. Everything in him said kill. Muscle twitched in anticipations. He pulled back when she went for his own neck, a wicked smile still on his face. This mare could prove to be a even match. He snorted as a laugh came out of the brute's throat, sickeningly wicked. Most would of been distraught be his laugh. Hooves only graved his skin, only one make a cut in him bleed. He could tell it was something he could recover for easily. 'Come close... Let me rip your heart out, still beating. Cry, scream, or moan in horror and pain. No one will hear you here. This is my home, darling. No one is here except the souls of the dead. Those bones and blood stains you'll see. Those are from me. I killed them. Your next...' his thoughts raced. The Blood-stained eyes shined with his insanity. One with no real name, but one with a name that explained his real mind. Madness. Sickened. Plagued with the thoughts of constant death. They never understood. They were not a plague. Those were gifts. It let's him know what he really wants. It gives him the real drive of his system. The reason the animated bones and flesh was still in operation. He felt the blood trickle down his body from his new laceration open his body. It wasn't the first. It won't be the last. His mind work. He watched her charge at him. This mare really thinks she could hurt him with a charge. Side stepping, one their flesh brushed past each other. The black-blue raven colored beast turn sharply, aiming for any flesh he could get a hold out, tear off while she's still turned, to carry like a trophy, to taste the bittersweet metallics of her blood. She maybe so match. But She could never handle the insane. He was one that will never be controlled, nor could he handled. He wasn't just a brute with a gift. He owned his gift and used at all times. He felt alive, this fight bring back the thoughts of all those he's ripped apart, played with their dead bodies, taking their hearts and feeling them beat as the last bit of life drained out of them. He would destroy her life, even with something, small, telling him to leave he live. He will not allow another victim go alive.

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Muse: The Insane Has Gone Mad With Bloodlust...
Word Count: 420
OOC: ...
Music: Comatose - Skillet

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora grunted as a small strip of flesh came off her body. She shoots her head out, and tries to clamp down on his sweet skin. Oh, how she wanted to see the pain in his eyes. Others pain is the only reason she's still alive."Talk,bastard."She hissed,wondering if this stallion could even talk. She stopped making any attacks, waiting. Her muscles relaxed, but prepared for dodging. She concentrated on nothing but the stallion infront of her. A sick grin spred on her lips, turning into a dark laugh. Blood leaked down from the wound on her side,silently hiting the ground. She had worse wounds, one of them you could see the bone. She sent down all emotions except one, to kill him. The more Kahora looked at him the more he seemed familiar, but she had never met this horse in her life. Or had she?

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[bg=#00022c] Insanity held the flesh in his mouth, waving it in the air, laughing the sicken insane laugh of his, white, blood stained now, lips smiling viciously. The blood had flood out into his mouth and was spilling out of his jaws. His raven purple black mane and tail wavered like war banners thrown into the wind. He didn't care what she called him, the words would never spill out of his mouth like the blood in his mouth. He's never had to speak to a victim before he killed them. He wanted her to die the slowest. Just as he wanted for his mother. Even as a foal, he could wait to gain his teeth and height to rip the voice of his mother, hear the heart beat stop. Tortuously, viciously, and slowly. What made her like his mother was beyond him, but he didn't really care. So long as she was dead. But she back away, standing there like she expect him to listen to her command. Not one, not even the devil or the keeper himself, could command him, and she was not any different. But instead of going for her throat, he stood back now too. He stared her deadly, wanting to take another piece of her out. But something said in him it would me useless. He stood there, waiting for her to come to him now. If she gets close enough, he'll rip her apart, get her voice ripped out, and find her heart to hold before it stops beating.

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Muse: ....
Word Count: 255
OOC: ...
Music: Face Down - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora did not come any closer. She knew that he would attack if she did. She stood still, not moving a muscle. She peered into his eyes, wondering why this tiny voice in her head was saying dont kill him. Her ear twitched when the voice became louder and louder.Don't kill him. Hmmm. He could be arabian. Just like you. Kahora looked at the stallion more closely. He looked arabian, or was that the trick of the light? She didn't seemed bothered with the voice, she knew she was going to have it someday. Maybe this was the day she would completly insane. Like this stallion here for example.Tell him something about your mother. Yes...Do it. Kahora looked confused for a second, but said."My mother would be proud. Wouldn't you say too? She turned insane just like me. Sometimes she said that a wicked foal made her that way, but she was horribly confused." She said, her voice would make anyone not insane cower. The words tumbled out of her mouth, she had no control out of them. Her black tail came up and hit her rump, scaring any pests away.Yes...Very good. Very good indeed. Now listen to me. If you do not obey me I will hurt you.

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[bg=#00022c] Insanity stood there, his pupils fluctuating in his eyes. She only stood there for a silent moment. Silence. Why is he backing down? The chain halter on his head didn't make a sound, for the chains laid over his head tightly. He was not one just to lie and wait for an attack, though he is patient for his killing. He watched the mare before her as she began to boost about her mother, her voice still sounding the same with a different tone. He honestly didn't care about this mare and her mother, but why not add a new twist to this game. He watched her, as she finished, deciding rather he should test his vocals for the first time in his life. The white lips parted slightly as blood stained teeth showed through them. "Your voice... sounds like my mothers... I couldn't wait to tear it out of her." He voiced now. The sounding of it was odd. Smooth, calm, collective. Something you'd hear in a sane horse. But there was twist to the voice that could make one shudder. There was just something in the voice that was twisted and wrong, complete insane and madden. Perhaps it's the lack of emotion. But there wasn't much thought of it to him. His jaws flexed, now wishing his shot to her throat landed more accurately. Her heart should been stopped by now, but he was just standing there, idling talking to a mare about their mothers. He snorted in disgust. What has gotten into him? Not matter. He advanced not, sharpened hooves aiming for her now. He landed on his feet and start to go for the chest of her neck, behind her head so there wasn't much she could do in return but perhaps send a few kicks on him.

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Muse: Playing Mind Games With Me...
Word Count: 302
OOC: Lol, he has no clue that their related or that their mothers is actually just one.
Music: The Ballad Of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora listened to his voice. She didn't reconize it at all. His hooves raked across her pelt, but not very deep. She snorted when he got some flesh out of her neck, but nothing fatal. Kill him! Tear him apart! Feast on his flesh...No. She said back to the voice in her head. Suddenly, she felt something that felt like hooves claw against her pelt inside her. She felt she was going to burst into two. She zipped her head out and tried to take a decent chunk out of the stallion's neck. She tried to another time before facing him again, the pain not as bad as before."My mother muttered in her sleep about that wicked foal laughing like a murderer." Kahora said, looking a bit confused with herself. She again waited for his move, the pain slowly increasing every minute.I will come out sooner or later. You cannot hold me in here forever. Just let go. Let me out and it will all be over... The voice said, sounding very persauding. For a few seconds she thought of letting go, but she snapped back in.No way. It took all her will power to not let whatever it was out, but she didn't know how long she could go. She looked up at the stallion once more, looking confident."Bring it on."

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[bg=#00022c] Insanity laughed madden against her neck as he held on to her neck, but she jerked out of the jaws and tore out her flesh that he still held his mouth. He spat it out, licking his lips clean of blood. He felt her grab some of his own flesh, the pain a searing delight in his body. He laughed and giggled again, musically, murderously. The pain that radiated through him was amazing. Exhilarating. Completely good. His laugh seem to laugh a while, even through her first speaking. He didn't say nothing. He wasn't in need of words. Blood stained Gold eyes targeted her. His wound wouldn't even leave a scar. If it did, it would never be seen. He let her stand confused for a moment before her confidence restored and she told him to bring it. He then started make his advance, at first they were quick, easily dodgable movements. He was smiling wickedly the whole time. Then he aimed for the same spot on the crest of her neck as he did before, but didn't stand in front of her, he began to turn his body to line up next to her's. His teeth began to bury down into her flesh deeper, seeking and find bone. He laughed again, and shook his head violently, tearing the flesh again. He stopped shaking his head, but the force of his jaws remained grinding against her bone, with one thought in mind. 'Summit now, give your soul, and I'll end you now.'

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Muse: Playing Mind Games With Me...
Word Count: 254...
OOC: ...
Music: She's A Handsome Woman - Panic! At The Disco...

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora whimpered a little a scream as he dug into her flesh. She tried to get away, but it hurt even more. She knew she was in lots of trouble, and this stallion was more experienced then her. Atleast the pain was helping keep the monster in, but she still felt hooves rake across her pelt, making the pain worse. She felt blood drip down her neck. Her eyes fluttered as sleep tried to take hold. She tried to break free again, but it was no use. She felt his teeth grinding against her bone. She was losing to much blood. She tried to take deep even breaths,but her hold on the monster was slipping.Let go! Just let go...It will be over quickly. Kahora screamed as she felt like she was splitting in two. A black horse took the place of Kahora. She was pure black, and her eyes glowed a turqoise. She had marks that looked like dried blood, and she had long thin scars all over her body. She looked misty like a ghost. She pried away from Insanity's grip, but as soon as she was free Kahora came back, concealing the monster once more. She was shaking, and blood oozed down from her wound. She stood there, breathing heavily. She had lost even if she tried to do another attack she would get even more hurt. She suddenly relized something that pounding against her skull. He could be her brother. Oh crap he's my brother and he's winning. She thought. She knew he had already won. She could rip off a huge chunk of flesh and he wouldn't even care. He had won. She quickly made up a plan. She looked up at this stallion that could be her brother. She let the monster out. The deep black horse apeared once more, a smirk on her face as she reared up and bolted into the trees. She zig zagged through trees, her deep black mane and tail streaming behind her. Her scars and muscles stretched at each movement. Her glowing turquiose looked straight ahead. This monster wanted to fight, but agreed to that weak little horse.

Muse: Good
Music:Bleed It Out-Linkin Park
Notes: Just like you wanted xD