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Ah it was the first spring of the new year and already I could feel hatred for the season grow. Spring was all about the love, and breeding which were things I had no use for and could live without them...gladly. Most would suspect that the mares would go to the normal ground and await their noble steed to proudly proclaim a lie of love. They would wait for a stallion to come and just as easily they would go home with them, it was just to sickening the way each horse acted when the sunny seasons took over. Well one thing was for certain and very clear I would not be one of the unreliable and useless mares. Oh no I could do without the hassle of toting around a brute who thought himself higher then myself. They were all to cocky and sure of themselves, so why waste my time. Stopping as a furry little rodent scuttled beneath me to hide it what appeared to my shadow a snort left my paper thins. It was a. equine eat equine world and their would be no exceptions to some little flea bitten rat which had thought i could provide it shelter and safety from the chaotic world it lived in.

Lifting a hoof belly high I could already sense the fear the animal gave off. It was a great feeling when one shivered beneath you, looking up with pleading eyes to spare its life. Yes, all that was good but the greatest joy was when you came in contact with them, smashing their body and spilling the crimson blood onto the lands. Just at the thought of it I could feel my wicked mind screaming for me to continue on with what I was going to do. A finale squeal of pain and agony left the kissers of the rodent and soon after I slammed the one hoof down upon the furry creature skull, hearing the bones crack was a terrific sound. It was a beautiful noise in which i always enjoyed hearing. To others it would cause them to flinch back-wards at the 'gut twisting' crunching of bones. The metallic crimson flow of blood rushed from the in-caved skull and onto the fresh green blades of grass. Stomping the remainder of the unfortunate little creature I now stood in in its insides. Blood stained the hairs on my pillars, yet i did not care. Starring down at the animal which i just ended its life i felt pride and joy. Next time it would be something bigger, it would die with more agony and then i could really enjoy my time killing.

Wicked thoughts tormented my already sick head, stepping on top of the the animal once more as i began my journey through the little area in which i didn't see to many horses my orbs always stayed ahead. Audits pricked slightly up-wards from my cranium just in case another animal or equine thought themselves strong and tried to discard me of my life. Ceasing my movement bodice stood facing away from the gust of wind being blown. The blood and dead carcass still filled my paper thins giving me a high of own. I felt like I could take on anyone and anything, yet that just a fantasy. For not everyone could be taken down yet that did not matter to me in this state of mind i was in. Turning around I stared at the animal i had crushed, its lifeless body now being fought over by the birds and flies. They would feast good for a while and when they began to starve I would simply end the pulse of another useless animal. My heart had a beat yet was cold as ice, nothing phased me or could bring a tear to my eye. I had not true feelings instead my expression stayed cold and unwelcoming. With a glance to-wards me most would turn away not wanting to rough house with such a mare.

It was not a curse as most would suspect more like a blessing. I rarely had to worry about the presence of another, nor did i have to show that i was truly interested in what the others had to say. No, I liked it better when ever i was alone and could do as i pleased. With me being the one to boss other around, giving out orders and watching them cringe whenever my bodice moved past their unwanted souls. It would be a sight to see the day another would buff up to me, try to press orders upon me and expect me to comply with whatever their little hearts desire. Oh no it was never going to be like that as long as my lungs filled and emptied of air. It would be stupidity to even try such a stunt and of course it would not end well. Once more my thoughts had drifted away from what was really going on, too many times i have dozed off into my own little world yet when looking i looked alert. It was a trick i had learned many years ago, a good trick it was. It caused others to believe I was watching them with careful eyes even when i was not. Audits flickered up and down and then returned to their previous resting spot a couple centimeters from my fur covered skull. Scanning the areas yet again it was soothing to see that i was not being messed with. As every good thing leaves i was quite sure my moment of solitary and peace would also.

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Book: The Introduction

Chapter One – Season Views

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Forget all you have ever heard before this point in time – spring sucks, as in, let’s get rid of it forever, sucks. Sure, the beginning of this season isn’t so bad, for the temperatures are still on the winter end of the spectrum, and the lights haven’t gone into full lovey dovey mode yet. As for the rest of it – it’s simply a load of utter bull nuts. Honestly, what’s so exciting about the spring time? It’s simply a season dedicated to the transition from colt to hot, from winter to summer – what is so exciting about that? Absolutely nothing. Sure, bitches were impregnated with spawn that would be dropped to the ground, all gangly and slimy later on in the year. You see, the whole foal thing bothered me naught, for the birth of the small equines were the single thing about the summer that did not bother me. Vegetation was a good thing of spring as well, as for us equines could not live without it. It’s hard during the cold months, foraging for food beneath the mounds of snow, but when it pushed its way towards the object of the universe – forcing the soil out of its way – the sprouts were edible and luscious. Now as for that object of the universe, also known as the obscenely hot ball of fire that attempted to burn the life out of all the equines who left themselves out within reach of the burning rays – how could something so dangerous be something us equines could not live with out? And yet, even though It was here to bring us life, it seemed as if it was angry that it couldn’t warm the earth during the winter, so during the spring and summer it worked overtime, attempting to burn away at the many organisms dotting the globes surface.

Chapter Two – Weather Channel

For this time of year the weather was always quite predictable; rain, storms and returning heat. It felt at times as if the aqua filled chambers – made of a substance that was unknown to any and all equines – were hanging low, wrapping their pudgy little arms around the many beasts in a damp and humid hug. Now this hug, mind you, was utterly aggravating and completely unwanted by the beasts that were wrapped in the water chambers mess. A theory was that this hug was acquired due to the warm temperatures and the known fact that the skies were about to empty all their fury on the terrain below. At the moment this combination, the warm temperature and the damp chambers swimming around, made the air feel sticky, almost like that if anything reached out and struck me, they would never be able to remove their appendages from my paint splattered hide. It was a disgusting feeling this sticky air, but with the global fiery object slowly making its descent into the deep underworld, hopefully the temperatures will drop and the chambers will release their fury, ridding the air of the sticky feel and allowing us to be cooled drastically by the chilly droplets of rain.

Chapter Three – Atrophy

As I’ve said before, I know I am not the most attractive being in the world, yet I have never been found ugly, or hideous, by those whom have commented on my unique looks. I have also been described in more than one ways, with only one thing in common in all the description: blue/grey eyes and alabaster patches. Now the other color that graces my harsh hide is something that many have never seen before, a flecked grey in some places and steel grey in others with some dapples intermingled. What? You say? Yes, I know my coat is something that seems out of the ordinary, or even unreal, but it is real. Weird things happen in the science of genealogy, such as the creation of unheard of coat colors in my case. I was a larger brute, standing at a startling seventeen hands, or sixty eight inches at my shoulder. My muscles were something that also brought attention to my long and lean carcass – the result of thoroughbred blood no less, my ancestors were bred to run for miles you see. And I could do the same, with many more restrictions of course.

Chapter Four – Approach

It was time to move, to find something to do other than lurk around the edges of the royal acres, trying to understand whether or not I was the new Lord of all the Darks. It was annoying to wait around, for I knew that even if my attempt to claim the title was lost, I would waste no time in challenging the person who beat me out, for fighting was my main talent. But sitting around was doing absolutely nothing in the direction of my goal of achieving power in this new place. And so I decided to head out, find something or someone worth my time in the gathering. The gathering was nothing special, quite bland frankly in my opinion, but at least it had plenty of forestry to aid in my preferences of stalking within the shadows grasp. Ah, the feeling of the cool air combined with the darkness was something I enjoyed, utterly enjoyed. A single other was within my sight range, a paint bitch, not the same colors as I of course, a crimson and alabaster. She seemed to be enjoying herself as she dug a dark flint into some kind of organism that lay dead on the ground. Now this was something that I found good, another creature – this time of opposite gender – agreeing with his tastes. It was upon this thought that I decided to approach the mare, attempt and find out who she was and what her purpose in life was. It took mere minutes for my frame’s nimble, long legs to propel me across the distance, closing in the blank space between our two painted carcasses. How would this bitch react to my presence?

Chapter Five – Introduction

Now my voice really wasn’t something as scary as many would think – it is actually very soft and light, deep and rumbling, something many don’t expect when they hear my shriek. My shriek on the other hand sounded somewhat like nails on a chalkboard, a hideous sound that was not to be disobeyed by any – it was even known to be dreaded by darks and those in higher places of power that myself. I wasted no time in warming my vocal cords up as I ceased movements before the female in the product of a small grunt, warning her of my present. “Atrophy, future Dark Lord around these parts. And you are?” His ending sentence was totally sarcastic, giving an impression that he thought she wasn’t much, but really it was simply a façade, he actually was interested by this colorful bitch.

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A wrench painted alabaster and rust or crimson has some have said was splotched across my canvas of skin. Extravagant colors mixed so perfectly and caused the eye to stare for quite some time and a well chiseled bodice which was an odd characteristic of a female. Yet I could defend myself I needed not a stallion to protect me from the ‘horrid’ world. To be frank I could survive on my own, being in a herd was up to me. It gave me something to do whenever my sick thoughts began to turn to reality. I always loved to frighten the others and making them to do things my way. Rambling on inside my head yet again I awoke from the day dream and noticed that a figure was standing before me. Ah it seemed that I have proved myself right yet again in this world. Enjoying the peace and solitude of myself I was now with another equine. Starring aimlessly at the odd colored bodice that towered above me I was not afraid. Not one little pinch of fear ran through my blood, who was not to say that I could have the upper hand. Just because we were not evenly matched in height, were of different gender, and had different ancestry I knew I could beat him. Huffing my chocolate orbs wondered off and then returned to the brute who had not yet spoken.


Was I going to have to be the one to send him on his way, obviously I could not be one he wished to speak to. There were plenty of other mares who would swoon over him, worship him, and do anything that fell from his maw. Nope, that was not going to be me, I was not some little bitch who could fend for herself. Having a brute hooked to my side was nothing but more responsibilities in which case I did not agree too. Hearing the brutes words come from his voice box my expression was taunting. “You? You are expecting to rule the lands of the ones in which follow the paths of us. You want to be called lord.” A simple yet dramatic snort came from me and I looked him up and down. “Well I can’t blame you for dreaming, but little one don’t you think that’s a little too far out of your league?”I was not asking a question more like making a statement but I knew from experience that I would most likely be getting an explanation of what I had said. Thinking about it brought up the old thought back in my head about weather or not I should try to become the Dark Queen. No doubt that I would be the best at it because of my strong leadership abilities. “Plus how on earth could ever be better then me. You are soon going to be glad that you spoke to me, the future dark queen.”Attitude was full on and sarcasm leaked from my tones. Now that this brute had said he was going to become the king I would of course have to prove myself better then what he could ever be. I would become the queen of the shadowed lands and he would soon be rid of. Laughing inside my head I could picture him begging for me to give him mercy and let him stay on the lands with his little hoes.


Blinking once again I had dozed off into my own thoughts, I sure was doing that a lot today. Now looking back to the beast I gave him a quick scan. His pelt was quite odd but it was unique none the less. I could already tell that his bloods were of Thoroughbred breeding for he was quite tall. As me he also had a chiseled structure, and his voice did not match with what most would expect. Many would assume his voice would be gruff, deep, and harsh but it was completely different then the stereotype most had. With what I saw I still thought myself better, this was just a brute who also thought to highly of himself. Still I was very confident that I could change that by the end of our meeting an end to all of this thinking it was time to test out the brutes head. Stamping a hoof down to the ground with extreme force my bodice began to circle the beast. Slowly and smoothly I made around two trips before stopping at an angle to his side “From what I see dear, you do not have a chance as ruler. Give up your hopeless dream you stupid brute” Hissing lyrics were directed to none other then the stallion in front of me. As I have heard many whispers behind my back in the years they have all said I carry a mean streak. Whenever I find something in which I think is weak I attack it with words, try to break it down till it is nothing. How ever as I spoke with harsh words maybe I have met my match at last. Surely this ‘little’ one could not be broken so soon for I had just gotten started. Never had anyone shot back at me with anything really, usually they go on their way scared of what might happen if they stayed any longer. Those were the ones in which I loved to taunt, the ones whose hearts are already broken inside and all they needed was a couple more words to shatter them for life. A tricky game was what I played when ever coming in contact with new equines. If they could last beyond the endless words and violent attacks then they would be keepers.


As I have said many times before this brute might have a small slither of a change to deal with me. Soon it would turn for the worst if in fact I proved myself wrong in the case of the stag. If he didn’t know what to say then it would be an open free pass for me to attack. Surely this brute who claims to be the future leader would not give up so easily. Snorting my fiery orbs stared at him with a taunting and viscous look. Keeping my head high my orbs darted over to where the chirping of birds could be heard the annoying sound was drums beating in loudly in my ears ears. Audits lay flat before resuming my previous looking point. Maybe if in all odds something good could and would come out of this. Still at the back of mind I doubted my own self, and I doubted him. Hopefully he would not turn out to be some love possessed demon. Oh how those were the hated ones of all, the lowest on the list. You could even say that the ones who searched for quick love in the warming months were lower then that of the lights. That is not to say that I loved lights for simply it boiled my blood when one came to speak to me. They were the ones who followed the heavens and I was one who followed the undergrounds. It was a complex situation and it would not be messed with.

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ATROPHY

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Book: The Introduction

Chapter Six – The Thoughts

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I’ve never been one to daydream – fairytales aren’t my thing, you see. Daydreaming, in my mind at least, is a waste of time and only for those un-intellectual enough to be pulled into its false sense of comfort. More equines perished due to this mind position than of anything I have ever known of. They allowed their gray matter to travel to their dreams of prancing foals or love at first site and then wham! they’re dead. Whether it be a cougar, a bear or even another equine, they weren’t going to tap you on your pelt and ask permission to attack, like ‘can you vacate your daydream so that I can attack you?’ I’m sorry to tell you, but the world as we know it isn’t that kind, despite what the heaven walkers wish to tell you – and I can’t foresee it becoming that kind and nice in me or your lifetimes. If life was that kind, there wouldn’t be any of the satanic creatures such as me and you – wouldn’t that be such a shame? The mare that stood before my gray splashed pelt seemed to be one of those un-intellectual creatures who would stand in daydreams for long periods of time. As for myself, I would prefer not to daydream unless I was in the safety of my own terrain. I guess I’m just smart like that. The female had been allowing her splashed head flirting with the clouds for a while now – she had been that way when he had viewed her from the sidelines and then briefly escaped it, yet now she back where she started. Did she realize that he was the future dark king? Did she think that he would think twice about attacking her? If so she thought wrong. It was a naive trait that the vampires had, a deadly trait.

Chapter Seven – The History and Ideologies

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I really had never had a chance in my life to develop my maturity for I had never had a chance to be anything but mature. I had been ‘cursed’ in the minds of my imbecilic birth parents and birth herd – therefore my herd, they were my no longer – or shall I say a member of their herd I was no longer. ‘Street’ or ‘non herd’ life was not my cup of java – at least not at just a few months old. Now I’m sure it would be much easier, as I was much elder, well a couple of years anyways and now know the ropes of defense and other important aspects that go along with life on your lonesome. I could do it, yes – but I enjoy to much the act of holding power over others. Many two legged ones say that you only go into politics – the pursuit of power – if you are power hungry and ruthless, as much fighting, mud slinging and forcing their ideologies on others is involved. I was the average for a human politician, yet I didn’t even pretend to care about other parties or in my case the imbecilic ass, sorry, heaven kissers or the equally un-intellectual non choosers. I had learnt to hate the ass kissers at quite a young age, well you know the whole ‘cursing’ shindig probably had a lot to do with my young blooming hate. But after I was exiled from the group of daydreamers, I decided that I would mirror the rule of Superbus of Rome in my own ‘Reign of Terror’ over the pathetic wannabes. Honestly he really had never understood the idiot lights and their lack of realization that the world wasn’t all fine and dandy and filled with fluffy bunnies and pretty flowers; if it was, animals wouldn’t attack one another, foals wouldn’t be thought to be ‘cursed’ and other cruel and malicious actions wouldn’t occur. Darks were simply the ‘enlightened ones,’ the ones that aided in natures vindictive path and the ones with enough brainpower to understand that nature was not kind.

Chapter Eight – Music To Your Ears

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So she was a stuck up little b.itch, awesome. He really did enjoy the feisty little toys – bland ones were merely boring and added nothing to his collection. He lifted his shaggy mass of a banner, allowing the soft hand of the zephyr to pick it up by the knots and tangles and swing it about. His brilliantly colored frame stayed implanted into the ground where he stood, his dial high and audits flipped forward, in the attentive position. So she thought she would rein along side him? Oh no, she had to have it all, she thought the seventeen hand demon, weighing in at fifteen hundred pounds and of the majestic racer lineage wouldn’t rule at all. A cold chuckle emanated from my vocals, who did she think she was? My long and thin, yet well muscled, pilings crossed, one over another, keeping his eloquent cranial structure facing towards the crimson splashed female. It was the beginning of that of an evaluation circle, one to see whether or not the female had reason to speak of such high dreams, and then to tell him, Atrophy, that he was not worthy of such high rulings as she – personally he thought she was just a stupid b.itch with the observance of a five year old human foal. Of course, her opinion mattered naught to my large colored frame. My gray blue optics searched for power and grace in her lines as I circled her – anything other than the obnoxiousness that she had already shown me.

Chapter Nine – Lyrics I Sing

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It didn’t take very long for my gray matter to formulate the lyrics that portrayed what I wished for the imbecile to realize someone needed to help her out in the upstairs department. “Now, future dark queen, I ask, what is your name?” I stepped forward, slinking as if I was an animal stalking my prey, my eyes ignited, dancing eagerly across the flat plain of her skull. My dancing visionaries slithered over her splattered body, the lyrics uttered by my larynx a thick, low and grotesque sound, “so much talk, and so little to back it up with, tsk tsk.” A dark chuckle was resounded through the darkness stricken terrain. I truly was amused at this point by the smaller equine – maybe she would make a good second in command. “Just keep fighting, keep plugging away – the end is near little one, the end is near.” With that, yet another hiss like laugh escaped my rubber caps that barred the entrance to my throat. I reached forward with my large flint, digging it into the softened loam while I chuckles, the well formed muscles running along my back and haunch rippling. “Welcome to hell little wench.” Whether or not the painted b.itch wanted to admit it, she would never forget this encounter. For always she will remember the great Atrophy.


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