Post by Zanefera on Jan 21, 2008 0:07:03 GMT -5
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My appendages made quick work of the earth beneath me, which made me glad. It had seemed, for a long while, that something was watching my every move. Waiting for me to tire, so I could fall victim to it. I don't know what kind of a victim I'd be, seeing that I was oddly thrilled with the thought. The way the sun glittered overhead, and the flowers opened widely to accept it's tender care, gave me the feeling I'd come to the wrong place. Didn't these heavenly scenes end up turning into a place for blood lusts and sadistic, or really, demonic rituals and stuff. Hah. The thought of finding myself in such a place was actually quite exciting. My accoustics perked lightly, with my thoughts. I knew I was going to encounter someone soon, and if my assumptions of this place were correct, I was going to have a hell of a time.
My banter clung to my neck, as I thrilled at the very essence of my thoughts, and this place, and what could be. I was actually quite normal, if I had to say so. I mean, who else would be willing to open themselves up for differant emotionally challenging events, such as pagonistic rituals? A smirk slipped onto my velvets, as I threw my cranium into the air, and openly laughed. I liked to think of myself as unique, when others called me a freak. But what did they know? They always followed the natural path of life. What fun was that? You have to walk on the line, and test yourself, if you really want to live. And when I say live, I mean actually experience life. None of that 'falling in love and having 4 foals and living happily ever after' shit, that most people toss out. That crap always got on my nerves. Life is certainly not perfect, and I'll be the first to tell, that neither am I. But who wants to be perfect? Nothing ever happens to something of someone that's perfect. They simply live day to day knowing exactly what's going to happen, and why, and when. They never get surprises, or feel the excitement or the thrill of not knowing. That's why I always roamed. Never have I had a herd. Well, if I said never, that would be a lie. I'd had a herd once, but I screwed things up with them pretty badly. You see, I like to flaunt. I mean, I don't think I'm this out there, hot and tempting little thing, but that doesn't mean I can't attarct someone. But anyways, this mare was completely taken with this stallion named Hexodus, who so 'perfect' to her. And, well, I couldn't help myself. He was a lead, and his brother wanted to be lead. So I kind of helped his brother out. Well, it turns out that seducing someone whose spoken for, is not exactly a way to win over a herd. But I got the job done. Hexodus and little miss thing were exiled, along with myself. I think he could have resisted, if I'd have let him. But really, I'm very convincing when it comes to lying. And even though that lie wasn't even close to, or didn't hold an ounce of the truth, he believed me. Because when you're hurting and someone is there to comfort you, you're very vulnerable, and that just makes it easier.
Anyways, back to the main point...
My brown coat glistened lightly, and that was completely annoying. I was sweating perfusely, and that was certainly not going to attract any stallion. But did I really want a stallion from this place? I mean, I was all into the whole sadistic/ritualistic thing, but enough to go home with someone that practiced it? Yeah. Well, I was. I snorted at the thought, as I sidled my way around the flowers, and hopefully away from the beating sun. My appendages were beginning to ache, and all I could think of was dipping my velvet into the cool liquid of a lake or a stream. I hadn't realized just the affect all of my games and running, had on my thirst. I felt as though I hadn't drank for days. And what about food? Had I gone that long without food? Well, atleast my figure was the same. It seemed I could eat or go without and keep the same size. But, then again, it was in my blood or something like that. My sire had been a scrawny little thing. He'd been scared of just about everything. And my dam had been tiny too, and she had also been scared of anything that could make a noise or move. Odd huh? I'd always thought, when I was younger, that I was gonna end up cursed with their fears. But everyday, I began praying to be blessed instead of cursed. Amd if you could call headstrong, deffiant, and smart-alec a blessing, then you could say that I was totally blessed.
I snorted thickly, my nares flaring and taking in the oxygen that surrounded me. I was starting to get tired, and I was completely bored. And more important, I was running out of odd things to think about. I guess if a fox had run in front of me, I'd have made up some story of how some beast was chasing if for one in one of those sadistic rituals that would probably be going on here, just to think about something not normal. Because normal scared me. Yes, sadly, that was one of my greatest fears. Being normal is not exactly appealing to someone who likes to be thrilled and excited and victimized. Yes, the thought of being a victim was on my mind. I liked the only damsel in distress thing as much as the next mare. But my thing was, feigning distress, and then turning on my would-be knight in shinin armor. A grin slipped to my velvets, letting my ivories glint, as my appendages lowered me to the ground. Even I needed to rest every once in a while.
