Insanely Derenged[OPEN-DARK][unouwanna]

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[An]EXPLAINATION of life.{Act one} part.I
Stallions were such an explicite breed. They were like different creatures... Different animals. They seemed to think they owned everything. And what they didn't own they wanted. And what they wanted, they got either way, By being what? Pigs. Snobs. Rancid little man whores. Thats all they were, they saw themselves as the images of the world. No matter what alliance they claimed they followed. Though the light 'knights' seemed to think that they knew it all, and that they could just swoon a young forbidden heart with a quick charm that was practiced quite well. It meant nothing, Really most only wanted full herems so that they could impress and show off to many others. Show off what they have. But what really threw her off was what they didn;t have. Not decent courtesy in the least. They were always parading around and acting as though they knew they were best and they didn't need nor did they want to have someone telling them that they weren't Because they had it stuck in their little puny minds that they were the best, and that they knew it all. What a joke. They didn't even get the concept of life. Of course many could be fooled and think that they indeed did get the concept of life, and were only gathering herd members by the millions because they wanted to strive to survive, or it was for the mare's well beings that they need to be with a strong herd. But there was nothing more better than trophies. And many studs got very very competetive when it came to trophies. Did she think that there were some good studs out there? No. Actually she didn't, she knew that a relationship could start out good. And it could blossum into something beautiful, with communication. But either way a stallion is a cheater. Either way there are many other mares in his life. But he claims to love you best, and most. What bull shit that was. She would never be involved with men, that was for sure. She had watched and seen others get hurt by them. It was a sad sight indeed, but it was inescapable for some. She could understand why some mares felt under the influence to belong. And needless to say no matter how 'pure' of heart. Every mare wanted to lead. But, not everyone can lead of course. So, then again it is on the mare's part for becoming a herd member. Not only that, but men thought they were the supiror species. What bull shit, guys may have cockiness and have part of the whole cycle. But mare's carried more weight in the whole ordeal, and one could be so dumb as to think that a mare did nothing and needed a male's protection. But honestly, who the fuck would want to get in the way of a pregnant mare? That would be the dumbest ass thing you could do. That is why she decided to go solo on this. And alone she would be something.. worth living for.
Part.II
There were so many who thought they could compare to darks, but naturally, no one could. There was just something about the dark essance that did it for her. She was taken aback by how many had been phonies. By how many frauds had taken place and dropped a big zit on the face of darks. They were pure blemishes, that wouldn't come off. It was like a break out night mare. That would never cease. But it was okay, for she knew that she didn't count those 'darks' as darks. But as a matter of fact, no matter how one was to put it, the word dark at the moment, was a fraud and a phony word. There was nothing that was actually dark about it. But alas, there were the few that seemed to comprehend and understand what being dark actually meant. Of course, even she didn't swell up to using the term dark, for no one was actually dark unless their peltage was dark. For there really was no such need for alliances, considering most just had some whores. Which would be considered darks in the matter. But she thought that classifying them all was quite a bit nicer. But then again. She liked being called a bitch way more than she liked being called a dark. It was enthralling to her the way other horses seemed to just pick up on the fact that she could toy with their minds in such simple manners.And it was almost as though they were clueless at times, and combat was her friend. Indeed it was. She taunted to fight. It was her living name. And she enjoyed it just as much.
Part.III
Celine. What was that name to some? To some it was the name to be feared. A bitch. A fucking legend. Yes, and that was sortof the way she liked it. And then again, to others that name was an annoying emblem. One of which that kept them awake at night. Celine haunter of dreams. Ah? No. She would have rather been called what her name had litterally brought her own stature for. Celine queen of the bitches. No matter if there was another Queen out there. She wanted to see this whore. For Celine had absolutely no doubt in her mind. It was like destiny. One lost and fragile unlike most. And yet. She knew. That this was her own. That she was to be the one to lead. Oh yes. Power only seemed to seep throughout her veins and course through her blood like a new born ocean of waves. Indeed. It mixed in. And some how. She just knew. Even though she didn't have a crown to proclaim to her name. It was more of a feeling that she didn't need one. For she was the elite in her own mind. Especially at her own little games. Ah yes. Those games. She was very good at them. And she wanted to see who could beat her. Although she knew that no one could. To Celine, it was immensly enthralling to watch them try. To watch their squirming faces twist in the dismay of defeat. The pressure seeming to rise and consume them at every thought of it all. That indeed was the thing that she loved. Of course, there were many other things. Many things that made her smirk in pleasure of watching anothers pain seem to crawl upon their face as though a permanent blemish.
{Introduction}Act.II
Celine took quite good care of herself. That is to say at least for being the dark bitch of the era. Her lucid pelt held the hue of the night as it was canvased along her sleek frame. Her color seemed to blend in quite nicely with the environment. It wasn't positive if anyone else could see her. Occuli the hue of auburn seemed to give a slight notion that she had been following someone. Did she honestly have a choice? Her chassis was carried well. With pride. Her appendi reached out in long strides and galliantly collided with the lithosphere in a graceful fashion. Scythes left a breif signature for anyone to note her by. Sleek and slender tendrils held by her serpentine with care. Not a single matt or not was in them. They seemed to hold the same hue as her masque form. Although she was feminine. Her body held a meek set of muscles that seemed to show obliquely throughout her gestures. Did she have the body of a dark esse? Well of course. But it was a shame for those who thought they had to look like shit to be accepted into the dark realm. Those fools. If you looked like shit you were treated like shit. At least in Celine's game you were. She may have been a bitch, but from a mile away you could tell that her canvas was talcum at the touch. She was the kind of bitch who beleived in looking your best, only to show other equines what they couldn't have. And besides. Who would look impressive with peices of flesh missing? And for the record, it didn't look scary either. It looked like a sad sight that basically only Celine could laugh at. Those dumb ass bitches. It was a shame, and yet she lacked a specific amount of caring.
Act,III
Hmm.. what would become of Celine if she ever had Decided to fall in love? Would her higher stature of thinking crawl down into the abyss? Would she seemingly dissapear into nothingness when shame overwhelmed her? Like all of the many bitches who had been foolish enough to fall for this trickery? No. She was not like them. Nothing at all. Celine, would always be a bitch. No matter what position she fortook. No matter how she saw life. She was a bitch, she had loved being called it before. She would always tend to see herself that way. Although another thought struck her. It would appear as though she was mellow. All of the dark bitches were whores and sluts. Or they looked like this peice of shit in front of her. Nevertheless, with giving up Celine's powers, this is what she would become. She wouldn't be as feared as much as before. Her stature would soon fall for surely she would be a slave for Poseidon forever. He wasn't going to let his strong grip let go of her lucid figure. Not a chance for sure. It would seem as though she were mellow. Like she had no place in the world any more. As though she was lost. Lost among the nothingness that already existed in this damned to hell of a world. Her power would go down. And she would seem like less of a bitch. Ah. And that would be her falling point. Then again, as she had mentioned before. Celine would always be a bitch no matter what had happened to her. Indeed. She would always seem to be on top of things. And no matter who seemed to think they could play her fucking game. She was Celine. And no matter what, Celine was like the Ace of the deck when you were playing a game of cards. She was always worth the most. Always on top. Indeed. She would always have it her way. And she would just see to whoever didn't bend at her whim
{Scene II}Act.IV
Appendi reached out in curvaceous grasps onto the lithosphere. Her refined canvas seemed to bulge slightly as her muscles worked while she walked. She was lean enough as to where you could see the trim along her rib cage. And yet it was obvious by the shaded hue of her pelt that she was not ill or unfed. Her complexion hued the radiance of a healthy anglo arabian. Scythe met the ground with another chivalrous impact. Of course, from before. Thos had indeed been her thoughts. Her morals it was more likely to say. Yes. Her morals on life. Those were Celines. Her guide to living. And they were the only boundaries she had seemed to set for herself. But now was now. Where the hell was she? Oculli looked around seemingly to be in almost a shocking awe of the new encompassment she had moved into. Although she knew she would have been coming to a place where there was new things and new sites. But never in her days would she have even dreamed of finally coming to a secluded place. All on her own. And not one as alluring as this one. Nay. She just thought it would be another place. And now it was another time. She was wrong. Oculli glanced around. Noting site changes. They weren't as miraculous to her as some had been. But yet, they were new. She wasn't so much in awe, but more as in surprise that she had actually gotten somewhere. Being lost wouldn't have made her day. But then again, she didn't really expect to finally be somewhere so soon.
Part.V
Oculli looked around the trdplrndant purlieu. They grazed along the short cut tendrils of the emeralds. That wavered in the winds. The Foliage around her that seemed to mock the emeralds. The sky that seemed to randsome to the winds also, for all of the clouds had been blown out of site. Indeed. Mother nature had her fixture on today. Although Celine was in some sort of timber, She could tell that today was different than the others. She looked around once more. Almost seeming to get bored. She noted that there was some lush foliage near by, also by that a fresh stream of water. It seemed to ripple and waver at the winds simplest demands also. She smirked only slightly. Scythes picking up berifly. Only short enough to reach the water. As she glanced down upon it. She noted herself. Her figure. All neatly written down plainly upon the translucent surface of the water. Indeed. Celine wasn't one for sunny days. But yet, she wasn't disagreeing with how the weather seemed to be. Although she was almost cautious of it. She smirked yet, however. Because of the way the winds thrusting pulls seemed to taunt the treetops.
Part.VI
Celine waited. There was nothing else to do in this god damned place. Although she enjoyed the cold and serenity of the alone-ness. She longed secretly for someone to taunt. In fact. At this point, she loathed being alone. It would only be a short time though. Before someone foolishly came. Came to play her game. For why would she call for them? She never forthed others. She never would. She also would never imply them to forth her. It was only in her nature. For it wouldn't be fair if one was unexpectant of playing her game.

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[Word Count.2448 D=]
[Character.Celine]
[Notes. UGHH this is the worst post everrrr =[ I will do better next time. I am sooo tired...]

[Scream.[Collision].]

SWEENY TODD
There are two kinds of [men] & only two
There the one staying in his proper place
& other with his foot shoved in the other ones face

The prologue> lets get this straight its just the.
[Beginning]

[†] Seems a down right shame? The cold debris of his home lost and lonely as the night take over the sky. Oh goody what is that sound? Silence, deafening silence. Oh me oh my shh. The wind blows the night is young, quite depressing the young stallion all alone. Oh me oh my too bad, that is life and how its designed of course the king would get his catch and what he wanted, and while he thinks he has the main course in such a lovely meal as queen Terryn, well my dear kingy we all have ou different types now don’t we. Oh yes, yes we do. The wind it scares against the shrines of his lands, Jallouis . The cold rushes through the air his thick hide used to the cold. What a home. The alpine meadow still littered with the cold crystals of the winter, most of them will stay all winter long, oh me oh my look at my friends. Twinkle twinkle little star, oh look how high you are, just look at how you burn, oh yes I will go to hell, when it’s my turn. A soft smile rest on the mug of the stallion oh look at the beautiful hell that keeps the stars frozen. Immortalized for there young stupidity, what a lovely little guide for him to follow wouldn’t you think? Oh my look where there guiding him now, over the mountain and through the wood. His eyes follow the beaten path out of his lands, the gaseous guides looming over him, seemingly falling on him like a pendulum. Tick tock goes the clock, Times up I have to run. The steady movements stretch his hide over his blood and bones, the soft sleek apparel matching his black eyes ever so beautifully. His stones imprinting the land, gracing it with his presence, though he knows the way out of his frozen world rarely does he leaves, he likes his solitude away from most creatures, besides most just make him sick. Like he’s come down with the flu profuse vomiting every time he looks around, oh yes we all deserve to die. Its man devouring man out there so who are the equines but to deny it in here. In there lands, the world of Equivation. Oh me oh my the memories flutter by. Quoth the raven Nevermore Oh her blond tresses, set her apart from most of his natural stereotypes of the mares he belonged with. Oh but look how fast she can run when there know child weighing her down. Oh my love look at her run. Running, running pacing away from me. And who was he but to let her go, her choice, however it was funny watching ever safety precaution she made to hide her scent Oh me oh my watch my love flutter by, and shall I see her again? Quoth the raven Nevermore

Oh why let stat the story>
[act one]

[†] Oh now the path glows bright look up into the cloudless night. The start hang over head while vision of linger in my morbid little head. Oh goody taste the blood of her scared little body, she ran away, gone forever. Oh well I can still move on, do I waste my tears? I think not having the thrill of knowing she fears for her life rids the pain, it’s just down to amusement now. Oh me oh my watch the scenery passing by. At last he descends from Mt. High, at last the creature of the night comes to mingle. What a fright The hurried pace is slowed to a walk as he leve the realm of the dark, now look every [man] for him self. Don’t believe me? Theresa a bunch of murders out there, right under neath your noses, do I have to prove my point? I challenge you just for the hell of it. I enjoy the rush I hope you like to bleed. Really no? I do I think its completely enthralling, pity I envied you for awhile. Oh well that’s over time to move on. His scythes strike the ground under neath his muscular appendages attached to his broad chassis. Oh my what a striking stallion. It’s a wonder why he [isn’t] king now isn’t it, but know to much going on in his life for that burden. No something about once loving a light changes that doesn’t it. But he’s free now no strings attached its time to play the field love s for beginners dolls are for players, now would you like play deary. Oh my what a pretty thing. His nares widen in the night, oh yes a femme near lets see how we can handle this one shall we? Why yes we shall thank you so much for the charming notion. Not a problem. His body moves over the lands, oh no what is that, come to spoil our fun kingy dear I think not maybe we’ll invite you in our game, that is if your nice. His laughter is emitted, the brash sound ruining the stillness of the night. Oh my what a deep voice, what a seductive tone, I would love, I would want you if I wasn’t you. Oh now no need for such flattery, is there. The look upon the stallions face was indescribable. Filled with malice and enjoyment the stallion moved on, gracefully mind you he wasn’t one who was into the slinking and slivering around, di he have any thing to hide form, no. Was he a serpent I would think not, no he took pride in his looks and there for the proud façade of the stallion was always kept at a high level his pendulum swinging behind him at the level of his spine of course very prideful in its self. Ooh now look at the time fly by.

Perhaps some interaction>
[scene one]
now enter Sweeny Todd stage left

[†] Oh my what many shades the night can the spotted roan and the black mistress, oh me oh my how compelling the little minx, it would seem she’s trapped now wouldn’t it. Two stallion one little mare, maybe we can take turns oh me lets see how big of a whore she can really be, Oh my what’s this, but of course its no fun when forced now is it. Besides I’m already a baby’s daddy I don’t need another I suppose you only have to worry about him now don’t you, A look of disgust fell over his face as he eyed the mare down. As if you are worth my time, ha fool just another whore aren’t you. But of course. My harks flicker as the stallion introduced him self, so boastful we are, perhaps I will challenge just to get you foot out of my face, as I said earlier, its every [man] for him self. My eyes rolled sarcastically as I approached from behind him, he couldn’t see, but wouldn’t it have been amusing if he did? Oh well maybe I’ll have to verbally insult him later on in life, of course I will I do to everyone. No doubt she was a pretty mare, simply majority of the dark ones seem to think sex is the only way to get any where in the ranks, as far as I see there isn’t an intelligent one around, and what a bore to talk too. No doubt she was dark, for some reason they just didn’t interest me anymore, maybe I got used to there stupidity who knows. Oh look whose arrogance has preceded them; I am quite foolish in my youth I suppose. I walked past the king, its every man for himself out side of the walls of the kingdom don’t be offended dear kingy but my time out here is my freedom from you. I hope you understand. I walked away a bit of to the side, obviously there no doubt, but was the furthest away in our circle made of three. The king was obviously interested or why else would he be drawn to a commoner such as herself, hmmm for some one who so arrogantly introduced himself it would seem hes lowered his standards, I laugh, I’m an observer I study people the way the act I learn there game and forcefully make them a pawn in my own. Oh that’s right time to kick back and relax, no need to be so tense, were all good chaps around her now aren’t we? I smile once again the beautiful half smile of the great sarcasm in my mind. My ankle bends and rest my limb while balancing on my stilts in a nonchalant fashion, its time to watch the game. My long tresses cling to my sweaty hide, you try traveling from the tops of the mountains all the way down here in one night, its quite a journey, however my eyes rest upon the ebon maiden, was she really like the rest, I swear I might have to kill her if she is, then again Dear Kingy could always get my leftovers. Ha, then again I was taller and more handsome, or so I think, but then again I am a greedy conceded little bastard. My charming smile stayed over my face, I am a very optimistic dark aren’t I? I look to the king. My eyes lifted to the sky twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what level of hell you are. And if I never make that far, I will haunt you where ever you are, and shall you betray me ever again, my little raven that will be the end, Quoth the raven [Nevermore]. Leaving me for a better life, if that dumb bitch loved me she would have had all she wanted, perhaps she is darker than I, but if so, then why the hell is she the queen of the lights? Who gives a damn, I’ll get her back , then she’ll whish she would have stayed asmy queen because the lowest levels in hierarchy is reserved for betrayers and backstabbers isn’t that right little Raven? I was decent enough to wait, and they say stallions cause all the trouble. Snap back to reality I thought I lost gravity for a minute. I smile boldly with sarcasm, “ Oh yes dear femme do pronounce yourself its so heartbreaking to deprive us of your name, why to not introduce yourself to the king. Mademoiselle you should be ashamed.” I laughed at bouth his and my own words after I was done scolding her, hell if he wants to know my name he’s gonna have to prove himself worthy of it, let me tell you way.[ I can be your friend, or I can kill you, care to choose dear king?]

Status Finished
CharacterSweeny Todd
Words Spoken this color
Notes Damn this post is all over the place, but it makes me happy, not my best.
WC one eight sumpin sumpin
Other He has MPD wich is why it switches from first to third preson, and why he talks to himself in his mind

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