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ooc: This is open to anyone. Sophie likes all alliances and genders. ;] Believe me, bring me your darkest darks and lightest lights. Kat is open to anyone and basically anything. She's lived with lights, darks, neutrals, you name it. ^^[/size]

Past_________
-How it all began....

"All of this is yours, Katastrophe," spoke the great Phantom. "You are the future Phantom of the these lands, and first queen to ever hold such a position. First and fore most, you must know each herd and keep the balance. A shift could cause darks to over take the land or lights. This is what you shall do for many years as long as warn them of the coming humans. At the age of ten, you shall produce an heir and teach it the ways as I have taught you, Katastrophe. Only one heir, and the stallion shall be the only one to know of you besides your mother."

I was utterly stunned to say the least. Ears pinned themselves against my skull. This was the great life of The Phantom?! "You do nothing!" I blurted out. "You just post-pone the war that is to come. Sometimes when you don't let things snap, they only get worse." I paused a moment while trying to cool my rage with no luck. "A war will break out, and when it does only one side shall turn up victorious. By then though, the victors shall be caught by the humans in the helicopters as we both know."

"You see, this is what happens when you rush into thing, Katastrophe," The Phantom commented. "You get enraged and don't think clearly." Now-"

"Shut it up," I snapped. "Oceanta is falling. Plagues are starting along with wars! Just let it go already... You'd be doing them a favor. For only they can solve the issues between the herds." At that I turned around sharply and started towards the canyons that lead out to other lands. I'd made choice clear from that day on, I choose my path to be long and hard. If only I'd knew it'd be one of many rejections to being a royal in a long line to come, but he did not object as I started my journey of being a loner. Maybe he understood, maybe he didn't; for now though, I could return home and find my protecter (Rebel Rose) again...

Present_________
Five years have passed me by as I stroll along the sandy waterfront that encircles the sea-sized lake. Waves gently ebb against the shoreline, shifting and changing the shape from season to season, from year to year, and it all depends on very few, but important, factors. Much like us, we have chosen to take a different shape in this life. Instead of one lake, we've took a turn to become three small bite-sized ponds. and within it are a few scattered marshes and mud puddles were equines who have devoted themselves to being rouges (like me) fit in. Truly amazing what a few differences in factors can shape.

Tilting my head I see the vague outlines of my reflection curling around in the waves. I have lost the sheen at long last of my deep burnt coat, but is now replaced with dirty ivory mixed pelt accompanied with a few dapples on my lower body. My mane and tail have also shifted colors to be a darker shade of my body. It seems like the only appearance of my body that hasn't changed is my infamous scar. Even though I can't see it, I know it is there on my neck, running from earlobe to upper shoulder blade. I can feel it by how stiff my neck is when I try to turn it right. Plenty of scar tissue has built up there over the years that I was bound to have some problems with it.

Looking away from my reflection, I space out, watching the woodlands in the distant. So many times I met amazing equines here of all alliances: dark, light, neutral, exile, rouge, and how many others there may be. I met lovers and I've met fighters, but somehow I'e always weaseled my way onto their better sides. I don't how or why I've done it (for many others would have runaway or fought them), but I've defied the natural laws and made allies. Unnatural to the say, then again I am unnatural myself. I cross the boundaries and obscure the lines of all the written and unwritten rules. I'm a ghost, or at leas that's how my life seems to have played out.

Not once have I found someone, or have I even gotten close, but I feel likes tides can turn and maybe my luck shall too. Even though I'll most likely die alone, I hold a hope out that maybe someday I'll find an old friend or someone greater than that; but most of all I wish to find some place to call a home when I need it to be and also a place where they won't classify me as their own since I am a rouge. That's quite high standards, but it can be done if I find the right herd.

Shacking my head, I found myself along the woodland edge, having changed my course subconsciously. I now stood in the looming shadows of trees that count years like we count days. Tilting back to the lake, I see the dull moonlight glare reflecting off the shimmering liquid like pearls. I blinked very little as I thought over all the sins I had committed as well as all the good I've done (very little to me at least). I am neither angelic nor daemon but something located in the middle, maybe purgatory.

Still looking back at me, I can see I never got it right and that I never stopped bye to say my last farewells to a few friends. I walked out on Fenrir, and I left Starscream (one the most unique and caring equines- even though I know he wouldn't agree-) without a goodbye. I owe him much because he taught me a lot. Even though he had a darker side as well, he always smiled or seemed to smile when we talked. And he had seen things I carelessly looked over. I guess I never wanted to show him the screwed up side of me, but now he prolly sees it for what it really is. I should've told him so much more, but all I guess I could ask for now is that he's listening to my thoughts and hears this sappy excuse of an apology.

Snorting, I take my mind of that thought, pushing it away. The mind does not function well when it dwells on subjects not worth dwelling on because you can't change the past or rewrite history. That's what makes this life so much fun, whether hell or heaven this mortal world may belong to you can always expect something to happen. History is how we live on, and an equine can live past death if they are remember in history.

"It's a new day," I spoke softly, watching as the sun started to rise over the mountains in the east. "And a new beginning...." I trailed off, thinking about the many times I had come to areas like these, claiming grounds. Many times I have come here without any luck of finding a mate or at least a perminant home that will accept me for me. Sorta blends in with my story a bit too well for my taste. Thinking over it, why should I be denied a home to live in just because I don't believe in alliances. But I guess if I had to be classified, it would be a darkish neutral at that.

Today though, maybe that'll all change. Maybe I'll find someone or a place to call a home. Let's just see who is the brave in this new world.

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Comments: there ya go! bring 'em all by!

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[»] He's like a fairytale that's never been told. This fairytale has a little twist to it, one the children would not like. It's funny how the mention of death or other such grusome details can turn the tone of a happy story, into an unmentionable one. It's like stories can be oh so bipolar, one minute so happy, and the next, gloomy. It's interesting when books do that though. They keep your interest, because really, who wants to read the book about the little elf that parades around and makes cookies with his friends and then that's the end of the story. Nothing bad ever happened to the elf, and in reality, something would. Life is never always splended, no one leads a perfect life. Why teach our children at such a young age that they will have a fairydust filled life. That's a lie. We always want to teach them whats best right? And we always want them to know the truths of life, and what reality is, so let's start at an early stage. Burn the books about the happy elf. I know Maaisken has, but not just for the sake of what lies it feeds the youth of today. Oh no, he is just a grim creature, who has no time and patience for this little elf. F.uck the little elf. No one ever liked him anyway. It's a cruel world, and the sooner everyone can accept that, the better. But yet, here he is, in all his glorey. His masculin bulk, enticing and beautiful. He's like the noble steed or prince in the fairytale, but this time, the noble prince isn't stupid, and won't save the stupid maiden in her tower, or shall we say, 'Damsel in Distress'. It's her fault, she got herself stuck up there, and caught into trouble, so she can get herself the hell out of the tower or away from the dragon without him. He'll just sit there and watch. It's much funner that way anyways. And even better when the maiden falls out of the tower and plumets to her death, or when the dragon eats the damsel. Can you tell what side he's voting for?

[»] Simple smirk struck the features of the demon as he trudged fourth. Lengthy tresses dancing behind him as he mooved swiftly over the lands. Curvature arched to perfection as he flaunted his sun kissed emboidment. Ashen plush was twisted into a cocky grin, rays of sunlight filtered down upon his tanned phsyice and made him glisten like the god he knew he was. Slightly arrogent? Of course, but who doesn't like them that way? Charcol dreads lapped gently across his shoulder with his swift intercepts. Ebon flints broke the virgin sod beneath him as he continued along his unkown path. His destination was clear, the claiming grounds, but how he would get there, when, and whom he would meet there were quite uncertain. Maybe today would be his lucky day for love? Ha, he highly doubted it, but maybe there would be time to develop a new infatuation. Who knows, we'll just have to see. For now, a little company would be nice. Someone to keep him sane, and someone to help his immaginative self cope with the dawning of new era's, new years, and perhaps slowly that companion could turn into true love. It would be like a movie starring the two. They would start as just the king of a land, and his little helping assistant. She would be in love with him, but never tell him, she would dote every minuet to pleasing him, and one day he would realize how much she did for him, and realize he loved her too. It would be a feature film, and they could twist it any way they wanted to. It was like their own little fairy tale. And see, he can too be a hopeless romantic, he just prefers not to show anyone that side. Pleased smirk crept on the sun kissed phantom's libals as he carried himself through the lands. Half zoned in on reality, half on faux as his dreamlife unfolded before his very mind's eye. It was a quaint little story, one no one else could know of, for fear they may see some of his hidden personalities. Auds flickered back and fourth as the handsome brute listened for an interesting sound, one to perk his interest. Lanters lazily glazed across the horizon, deadly scents filling his nares, cooing to him, femmoras pleading that he come pay them a visit. Ha, he was no foolish brute. Or at least, he didn't think he was.

[»] Muscular hinds continued to propel the demon fourth, cranium now raised to new heights as reality zoned in, and faux slipped away from his greedy grasp. Interesting sight was seen as hollow occuli continued to look fourth, the mission at hand becoming more and more apparent. Lovely shillouet caught his eye as a silken bodice with dapples entranced him. "Heeelloooo." He cooed in his mind to the femmora. Humorus mood struck teh demon as he began to prace fourth, brow raised slightly to show keen interest in the essa. Jubalie's sent was strong, and so he couldn't resist, it was evident he wanted her, and he would stop at nothing to toy with this one's fragile heart, or perhaps, for once, she would be worth his while and make him work for it. Ha, it was an unlikely story, but you never know these days. Iron flints cracked deep into the fragile virgin sod as he continued his trek fourth, flora giving into his every step as intercepts became dangerously close to that of her peacefull chassis. Invisible venom oozed from his mug, fangs drippping promisingly. Ivory enamels clacked silently while hidden behind velveteen walls. Inaudable hiss pretruded off the hessain from deep within his barrel. Just a few more steps and he would be irresistably close. One. Two. Three. Cackles lit off in his mind, only for him to hear.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
She was a charming beauty, unmistable markings, and long healthy tresses. A little too manicured for him, but that was before he looked closer. Lanters raped her every curve, taking her in. Her looks, her scent, her facade. A true beauty she was, and inticing one. Oh he could not resist her, aroma stronger then all the rest. Why she was still here alone he was not sure, but he wouldn't take his time, he would make sure she came home with him today. At first he would ask kindly, but after that, he might just have to use his force. It was a nasty thing he did not like to do, but sometimes, when tempted and in dior want of something, he would. Of course he found it a petty way to have a tantrum if he didn't get what he wanted, but in other ways he found it perfect. It got him exactly what he wanted when he wanted it, so it didn't matter that much to him that he did it anymore. Plumage flicked harshly as the steed stood before the dainty femora. Nares flared as they filled with her poisonus aroma. Charcole threads hung over his shoulder blade, skimming it and filling him with silent delight. Shivers ran up his spine but he still stood tall. Hind dagger rested on it's edge as he shifted his wait amoung his fulcrums. Cage heaved as he sucked in a deep breath and let it out with a silent sigh. Hopefully she wouldn't keep him waiting forever. Femmora's who looked oh so pretty but were sadly dumbfounded all the time dissapointed him so. Brains is a heavy match to beauty, so you'd better have both if you want this stag to fall for you. And not just have a slight infatuation, but a true, head over heels love. And that was a thing most he met him had never found with him, love. Such a silly little word, but you never know, maybe that will be somewhere in their story. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Demon stood bored, mocking grin spread over libals as he decided to finish with a few last words to the essa.
"Oh how rude of me to not introduce myself."
Mocking grin grew into a devious one as his occuli sparkled with mischeif.
"The name's Maaisken, use it wisely."

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Finished! ;D

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ooc: b e a utiful. just beautiful, Roxie. :heart:[/size]

Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. And I can feel something moving against my neck; more like the soft touch of dread locks rushing forward, towards my head, in the breeze of spring. The same tickling feeling skimmed across my left flank bring a soft comfort back to me that I have survived to see another year, but in the back of my mind I ask myself why am I here just to start all over with the same ending surely to arise only to end what I thought would be my happy ending. A little surprising but I don't feel that sadness much of losing what I thought would be my soul-mate. What lies we tell ourselves, eh? I'm not a real romantic then, but then again no one has made my heart a skip a beat and bring back a lust in my eyes that seems to have faded into this cloud of haze, but I wish someone could touch me and protect me. For once I want to feel wanted, accepted, respected, admired, and be able to goof off, or be embarrass, with someone I know who won't hate me for it or turn it against me. But it's my unfinished fairy tale after all. With a few twists left to take, and maybe chance to have something new inspire this- this failing feeling that it seems unnatural to want to die alone. So many others fear it, but why? Why?

Exhale. Inhale. What is that smell? Flipping my eyelids open, I pivot my head so that dull hazel eyes could see the encroaching silhouette. The jiggling, more like lumbering, sound of hooves hummed in my ears. As the rays of light brighten up the sky, there comes a splash of colors to his ebony fur, which is in fact sun kissed. His mane is like one of those flags humans have above their settlements. It is black as night, well maybe with a few brown strands, but nonetheless just so flowing in my eyes. There is something about him, the way he has passed by so many others who cooed and looking longingly at him with those mary-sue puppy eyes. I watched their faces, seeing that some acted repulse when he came over in my direction, the direction of a lone mare thinking about how screwed up (though enjoyable for a good part of it) her life has been. Laughable the least, and maybe a bit unorthodox considering I am not some slender figure but an elegantly carved fighter. I have more muscles, but my brain out does that for the most part even since I seem to think so much.

The hunter seemed to roll to stop, though not gentle nor rough. As he gaze searched my body, I traced his own. Finely chiseled body with strong, healthy neck to match a head. Maybe a good sign for once because I am tired of those players wanting just trophy wives. If only they knew I put personality before looks. For like Crys, my first real serious relationship, I put away our 3-4 hand difference. It's all values and taste. Like a good bottle of wine, you fall in love with maybe a red or possibly a white. Then you have days when you change to a five star champagne. You're taste will change until you find that one right win or champagne that you never grow old of. Instead you never open it and let it age, knowing that its taste will grow and grow. The fingers will trace over the fancy glass bottle as you dust it. And it'll never be open because it be you're favorite. That's how I'd like to think of it, but then it comes to a point where you stop drinking and put all the others in your wasteland. The only one in your possession will be that one, unopened bottle.

The silence was broken as I saw his lips grow into a mocking grin. Then his lyrics spilled into the open air, reverberating against the many things that lurked in the air that I could not see, till it entered my own radar-like ears. 'Maaisken?' I thought silently, thinking of how unique such a name. My own I thought was common, but nonetheless foreshadowing a bit on my life, no? I dipped my head to my chest, allowing the rebellious strands that made up my forelock to flock over my head like a water fountain. Raising my head up slowly I noted his 'use it wisely...'. Now if there was anything of a bigger clue to his alliance, it was indeed that last statement. A dark, or perhaps a firm neutral ruler at best, but indeed he commanded respect. Now let's put Maaisken throw a little test and see how much respect he'll give to me, as an equal. I good get lucky after all for not all darks are crude. Some, are after all, decent.

Smiling I took a step forward, holding myself with a humble pride that I believe all equines should hold themselves with. It says a lot whether you're aggressive, assertive, or submissive. Too much, and your cocky. Too little, and you appear to be easily manipulated or can be a jackal in hiding. I'd prefer to be looked at as assertive, but everyone has their own views. All I know is how to be myself and nothing more or less than that. No one is going to change that, and all I can ask for that angel is willing to answer my pleas to god and send a stallion my who lets me be me. A long shot wish, but I've got till the day I die to find that stallion. But maybe if I die without him I'll find him on the other side. Another lie to tell myself now, but I like them. For this hope is a burning candle lighting my way on this dark path through the woods. And I'm holding it close to my heart as I watch a falling star cross the big abyss.

"Believe me, I shall use it wisely," I spoke clearly, eyeing him. Maaisken's eyes caught me as they filled with mischievous looks. Taking another step forward, I allowed my legs to rest as I shared my weight with a birch tree. I was relax, calm, and collected. No tension rang in the air that I could sense nor any signs on his body. 'Perhaps,' I thought to myself, watching his handsome self. 'God has answered my prayers at last?' Even though I am in the claiming grounds, you must earn me. And I would like this Maaisken to be different by all means and methods, but maybe also be someone to keep me from going off the edge. Just to have a talk with him and let time pass by. Not only would it pleasant but also quaint. Before I trailed on any further I parted lips and responded, "My name is Katastrophe, and it is a pleasure Maaisken." My words flowed easily, revealing a neutral tone that I was neither friend nor foe yet. Oh no, if he was witty like I'd hope some stallions would be, they would mold me into either their ally or foe naturally. I'm weasel or con artist when it comes to finding new allies. I still don't know how I do it, I just do. It's hard to explain when it really can't even explain itself to me.

"And how are you?" I inquired, not adding additional information because I never enjoyed equines who were chatty or like a big open book that you can read because they tell you every single dam-n detail that isn't important. The way they drag on wants to put you to sleep. Besides, it is only proper to ask someone how they are when you first meet them last time I checked. Letting out a deep breath, I felt relieved that I at least was in the company of someone else besides my own shadow. And who knows, maybe this time in the claiming grounds my fairy tale ending will actually start....


Words: 1387
Characters: 7083
Completion: complete
Comments: It's okay considering i'm coming back from being on my death bed. >< The wine bottle paragraph is weird though. o.0 Over all, very satisfied. :]

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