Post by scrimpy on Jan 22, 2008 16:49:25 GMT -5
ooc: This is open to anyone. Sophie likes all alliances and genders. ;] Believe me, bring me your darkest darks and lightest lights. [/size]
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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, hoping that company may come and find me.
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Comments: ........ can't expect much more from kat. xD
