[Cheetah] In The Dark

[*~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~*]

Ciel tried his best to work for his revenge, as tasteless it was to some horses, it was everything to him. And the colt was well aware of the consequences of revenge. If he could attain it on his own, it would only left him empty inside without ambition to go on with life. He was quite aware of that, nor did it make him change his mind in the slightest. He knew once he get his vengeance, he's as good as dead. He honestly wouldn't have cared for himself anymore afterward than he does now. It was only the black demon near him that kept the colt from slipping to much further in the rut he has dug himself into. He surely would all sanity by now, if he had any now to begin with. Even in all his not all too well being for himself, Ciel tried to keep himself reasonably mannered, in a sense. He was proper about everything, even with the caretaker that was watching him in this half sleep-driven daze that the colt was in. He knew damn well acting out in a childish anger wasn't ever going to give him answers he seeks, so he was constantly formal towards others, unless drastic measures were very much needed. The youth listened to the demon's ever lulling voice as he told him of the land. Listening to the details, he presumed it was the land of reapers that Sebastian spoke of. Ciel didn't think that the demon would ever mention the place and have an actual thought of bringing the colt with him. But these were rather dangerous times on island in it's current estate of chaos with the imbalance of powers. The reaper must think it safer to drag the colt to the some of the dangerous land with him than depend that the colt would go nosing around and find himself in trouble. Yet, it would be more efficient if the two did try to operate at two different places at the same time. It could actually provide results. But rather the demon was willing to deal with it was another thing. The reaper knew the dangers of both his and this world. Still Ciel thought over the possibility of that. Efficiency was quite precious to the colt. The sooner he'd get his revenge, the sooner he could move on without having to be in constant pain of the memories that haunt him every hour, wake or not. "Perhaps..."

[/b] the colt trailed off before the words slurred and became nothing more than incoherent murmur. He was finally fell to his exhaustion, the skull of him resting on fore legs stretched in front of him. Night of horrors begin as the images of the haunting past came back to his mind. The colt was so use to this reoccurring dream that it no longer made him wake screaming of crying, yet it still irked him. Disturbed him very much. It was always the same. He relived the pain of humility, destruction, and chaos. Always the same faces, always the same horse trying to ruin him. He always escaped, he always found his way to his home, his family. Yet, there was difference in it all. His father was not racing along in the licking flames. No, not like he remembered it. His father was standing in the burning flames, unfazed, facing Ciel. The colt knew his it was his father staring back at him, though it was impossible to see the shaded face in that bright flames that you'd think would light the place so completely that there would be no shadows. Yet, something was so disturbing off of his father there. He was standing in flames, face hidden in the shadows, yet there was something off about him that Ciel can't see, even when he hears himself scream in the dream and fall, then to find himself awake, blinking, in a completely different place and in his living horror. Even with the reaper's tries to keep the colt getting healthy amounts of sleep, he still didn't receive it. It honestly was maddening that Sebastian attempts to keep the youth surviving with sleep when he was even so haunted in his sleep as his in his wake that he still never got what the caretaker so wanted him to have.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

Ciel
YAY FOR MUSE!
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Circus Monster - Luka Megurine...

[Vel]

Sleep was a novelty that Sebastian had been denied the luxury of his entire existence. Sleep was something that did not exist where he had come from. He often wondered what it would be like to drift away into a state of unconsciousness and let the world pass by without a care in the world. Regular horses were truly lucky in that aspect. They were able to take their minds away from the harsh world they lived in and create little scenarios in their minds where they could do or say what ever they pleased without the consequences becoming permanent. There were times in the past when Sebastian had truly been envious of this ability that was seen as 'weak' by many others of his kind.

The moment the colt had slipped away from the conscious world, his frightened and tense appearance seemed to melt away. His face relaxed and his whole body seemed to let out a breath that he had been holding for a long time. He now looked like the foal he should. There was no pain, no suffering. It was just him laying there as if he were going to wake up and go play a game in the meadow with another young horse when he awoke. Sadly that was only a reality that would be in the colt's mind from now on. Ciel had been forced to grow up too soon. He had been exposed to the horrors of the cruel world he lived in at a premature age. Any of the fun-loving spirit that had been left in the colt had burned down with his family. Ciel was a colt who would never look at the world in the same way ever again.

Sebastian remained in his spot, watching the boy like a bored cat. This was the one thing he hated about being with other horses. When they decided to sleep, he was just expected to keep himself occupied while they wasted their lives away in their little fantasy lands. The stallion had a concept of time, yet it still felt like he could move through points in time in the blink of an eye. He had been around for ages and ages where as this colt had only been around for a couple years, if that.

The Reaper's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the slight rustle of the pine needles on the forest floor. The colt had begun to toss about as he visibly shook. Sebastian could almost taste the fear radiating off his sleeping form. He could hear the rapid beating of his heart as if it were right next to his ear. It was like a hummingbird was trapped in his chest. Nightmares were interesting things. They could illicit so much emotion from an individual that it was astounding. They were hauntingly beautiful in the way that they could fool a horse's mind into believing that they were truly in a horror that could not be escaped.

He debated whether or not he should rouse his young charge from the twisted games of his own mind or let him relive what had been his reality for a good portion of his miserable life. After all, Sebastian was here to keep Ciel safe and if it meant protecting him from his personal demons, then so be it. Before Sebastian could eve reach forward to calm the colt, Ciel's mismatched eyes snapped open as his head shot skyward with a scream that could rival the cry of a banshee.

"Bocchan." Sebastian calmly said, hoping just the sound of his voice would be enough to calm the colt some. The Reaper reached out, placing his velvety muzzle on the colt's neck. As long as he had been with Ciel, this was the kind of thing that had always calmed him down. All the colt needed was to have reassurance that he was not alone and there was someone there for him in his time of need. "And here I thought you were going to completely surrender to sleep tonight." he said with a sigh. Ciel's nightmares only seemed to escalate within the past month or so. It was like every time he faded from the conscious world, his mind succumbed to the horrors that the colt had been trying to push away ever since he had escaped. For now all Sebastian could do was offer his comfort. There were some things that even a horse like Sebastian could not save the colt from.