and i'm not SCARED of your STOLEN power [open]

[~Snowy]

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- see right through you any hour

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- The forest was eerily silent, the shadows flooding into almost each corner that existed within the thick brush, letting in no light whatsoever save for a few breaks in the trees every now and then. here no life would make its presence known without a good reason, even the crickets and insects that covered the grasslands were quieted when entering this area. the stale air held no discernible scent that could be picked up, the silent gales that blew in every now and so only serving to mix up a few fallen debris before falling dead to earth again. footfalls cushioned against fresh foliage made for silent comings and goings, and in the darkness voices seemed to be disembodied when one was spoken to. all in all, it was a place many wouldn't dare be caught dead in, fear of the unknown and of the everlasting darkness leaving lasting impressions on the minds of young and old. only those with tainted souls seemed to be drawn here, or those with daredevil hearts seeking a thrill. whatever the reason, the terra scure was always in the same constant state of silence and darkness, seeming to be nothing more than a haven for the evil and the impure. but that didn't stop her from letting her pillars wander those grounds...

she was young, she was pure, but yet she traversed these terras more than others of her alliance would think of doing. shimmering ginger silks took on a dull shading as she walked through the shadows of the trees, feeling quite at home and comfortable in the shadows of terra scure as if she belonged there. she did not follow the path of darkness, but since she could remember these terras had been a haven for herself and her twin whenever they had to hide, the darkness keeping them concealed from prying eyes until they could get back on their feet again. slender arabian shaped pillars pushed through the underbrush, tassel flipping behind her lazily as she walked blindly through the shade, enjoying the reprieve of cool relief from the hot spring day and paying no heed to the blackness that seemed to claw at her from all directions. for her, the darkness was nothing to fear, either from nature or from the soul, and for her fearlessness she was often called insane. still, she came back to the scure whenever she wished. strange that in all her times here, she had yet to meet a dark heart, despite everyone saying that they wandered here.

ooc ;; it's kinda short... i need to get back into rping her. xD

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[Mad Nysa]

Past. It made a horse good or evil. Insane or pure. Whatever happened in ones past made them who they are. A hero or a villain. Cursing or brightening someones mind. One little thing can change someone forever. A foal once destined to do good can fall into evil. Good and evil, always at war. Always colliding. Never at peace. Not even the purest soul can be at peace. Some find good when all else is in darkness. Some find evil when all else is bright. Even the greatest can become dark. Even the darkest can become great. It was all about past,present, and future. You could earthier rise up, or fall to reality. Reality. The horses from the never ending sea have always been blocked from reality. The humans hiding their children from the real world. When horses realize they have no one to protect them from reality, they are broken. Some see wondrous things in reality, love. But they wouldn't want to live there. For darkness lurks even in the brightest places, and soon the horses that have been hidden from reality all this time earthier bow down to it or rise up. You can try to avoid both, but it will always find you.
A bird's call interrupted Keiran's thinking. It was a lot of thinking for a four year old. Yet he had nothing else to do, might as well. Pure black mane and tail hung lifelessly, the tips a bleached dull red. Dull red bangs covered the black eyes that stared at the ground. He trudged through the land, focusing on the ground and nothing else. His slouched position made him appear a good amount shorter. All was silent. This was Keiran's home. When he ran as a colt, he came here to think...And think. All he really did now was think, and think some more. No purpose in anything. No meaning. Here he went again. Thinking was all that kept him away from reality. A wondrous thing, but you didn't want to live there. It was a miracle he didn't run into any trees. One of the main reasons to his thinking was his father. He didn't want to be like him, but sometimes it just came out. He hid from others in hopes of subduing it. Another was his mother. He loved her yet hated her for lying to him. He hated lies, it was like a slap in the face. Oh great, he was thinking again. Keiran paused, sensing a form. He lifted his head up enough to see, peering through his bangs. He stopped, a slight look of shock on his face. He forced himself not to go into reality, where painful memories awaited. This mare looked like his dearest mother. Her silk brown coat. Her kind innocent face peering down at him. No, don't. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them. No use avoiding the mare now. He flicked his red bangs back, raising from his slouched position. His maw parted, and a simple word streamed out. "Hello." It took all his strength not to add on. Something like, little lamb. No, he didn't want to scare her. Yet he probably already scared him, despite raising himself he naturally slouched back down his bangs falling back in place. The dark did not repel like it did with her, instead it seemed to have him in an embrace. He looked dark at heart. He didn't want that. He silently hoped that the mare would leave him alone.
Occ: my.deviantart.com/messages/#/d58xpqv epic pic of him