Will you let the curse corrupt you? (Angel)

[B.l.a.c.k]

The silence piercing. A eerie fog blanketed the island like a clinging creep. The island was drifing towards the dark side once again. His half brother was pleased slightly but until everything was their revange would be a certain. THe massive eigtheen hand high beast remained in the shadows of the evergreen. Raven canvass soaked as water poured from the welkin. But did he care not? Nay his mirrors were surveying the topgraphy as if somthing was to be found but as he throught...nothing. Cranial dropped as labious parted foliaging began but towers and mirrior never ceased their navigation over the corrupted island. True it was a beautiful thing to behold when creasent rays of light shined her happiness over it but when night fell...hell was this island dominator. Of course Black throught the darkness was perfect but from the light-allienced it was their death sentence.

[A.ngel {{MASK}}]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As if someone was gently rapping--rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor; I muttered, tapping at my chamber door--
For surely it is only this, only this and nothing more.

†Someplace new and someplace grand, that was what the doctor ordered. Brand new faces to see, brand new places to wander, brand new everything. A complete re-do, she was no one here. At least, for now. She was a gentle stranger dancing on the boarders, happy as can be to wait and wait until someone finds her and picks her up. Like a new penny.
Except this one is not lucky.

Angel was most definitely the type who was much happier when everything fit into neat little boxes. Then she could order them away and stick the boxes into the far corner of her mind, and not have to bother with them any more. Faces places things, everything got filed away in a box. Methodically and meticulously adding information that could be useful, or could sit and gather dust.
So far, she had gathered little that would be useful to her. Some sort of drawn-out spitting fight between alignments. The usual. Insults passed. Verbal and Physical assault. That was the alignments purpose. To create unease and hatred, the need to hurt those who opposed your birthright or your choosing in which box you ended up in. Light. Neutral. Or Dark.

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

†The lights were a bunch of pansy-asses. Peace. Getting along. We don’t want any conflict! We want to live our lives out in as passive a way possible. Yeah, well, it was the Dark’s job to say f*ck you.
Darks were a bunch of idiots, to tell you the truth.
Interested in nothing but ripping each other’s throats out, throwing petty insults at everyone they met. But oh, it was just so damn fun.
You lights just wouldn’t get it.

Neutrals are fucked up. Can’t make up their minds, hovering, hovering, and hovering on the edge of Light and Dark.
They have mood swings too. What use are mood swings? One second your practically a light, nuzzling up to every new face, exclaiming was an absolutely perfect day it was to be out in the perfect sun eating perfect grass and having perfect conversation.
Next thing you know… wham. I hate the world! And you! You especially! I’m going to go kick my herd-mates around repeatedly and shove dirt down their ears! That’s how screwed up I am!
Aren’t you just a little freakin’ ray of sunshine.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is and nothing more

†Tilting her head slightly to the right, Angel stopped her almost frantic pace to consider this. It was all completely true. Alignments were worthless, as was everyone belonging to them. Who the hell came up with them anyway?
She’s like to kick them in the face. All they created was problems.
But, Angel is, of course, a dark. So problems don’t really bother her all that much. She could give a shit less if the Lights and Neutrals completely exterminated themselves or each other.
That’s what you had to do, the first time.
You tell them, either you get out, or you’re all dead.
Except you never tell them.
You just kill them all.
And then, when you get to the next batch of assholes… you don’t have to tell them anything. They’re tripping over themselves to get out and away.

Angel found it endlessly amusing that each alignment thought they were unstoppable. Big and bad, no one can push me down! Top of the food chain right here. Even when they were getting thier own blood spit at them.
They could bring down anyone they want. It amused Angel because she could see the stubborn pride in their eyes. Their determination, and their ever-present will to win. And then… poof! Gone! Pride brings you down every time. The arrogance in thinking that you can conquer anything. Morons. Proud morons.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping--tapping at my chamber door--
That I scarce was sure I heard you--here I opened wide the door:--
Darkness there and nothing more.

† Rustling whispers sounded as slowly dusk took ahold of the land Angel was resting on, treading on, and waiting on. The sun was scraping the tops of the trees, giving the canopy a glow, making the clear and crisp green leaves shine brightly in their newness. Spring was long this year. Angel certainly wasn’t complaining, she hated the winter. The days were shorter and it was always so cold and glistening white and steel. Spring was better. Spring was a time for re-birth, a time for new and different. Crisp cool grass was underneath Angel’s hooves, and she inhaled deeply. Taking in the sweet scents, she tossed her head into the air, the last rays of sunlight glistening off her streaked exterior.
With a covering of Light ivory and a mane and banner that looked like spun hay, Angel was not your typical dark. Well, maybe she is. Where she had come from, darks were… exactly that. Dark. Blacks and greys and silvers and dappled hues. Not streaked. That was something entirely different from a dark. Ivory and dark were antonyms. Two things, representing two totally opposite meanings. Pair that with a bold white star and stripe running down her face in-between two dark brown soulful eyes... baby doll you’ve got something.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore!;
Merely this and nothing more.

† Angel had dreamed of a place like this. Well, not dreamed. Dreams were tricky and deceiving. And almost two often one could get them mixed in with reality. And the outcome of this mistake was often very undesirable, in any case. She had often, I will rephrase, thought of a place like this. Where darks were truly darks, hateful, spiteful, and horrible. She would fit right in. Either that, or she would make herself stand out. She hadn’t decided yet. Though sometimes she just didn’t see what the point was. Exchanging insults, a constant back-flow of verbal assault. Like all darks, Angel was innately bad-humoured. Unlike most darks, she didn’t flaunt it about carelessly. Of course, she was still a belligerent bitch. Nothing could change that. But she had her cordial… her affable side. Sometimes.
Dusk was quickly veiling the lands; the bright colours of the sunset fading to the blue-grey that would soon be overtaken by night time. Some equine were bedding down for the night, others, like Angel, were just…. There. Soon Angel would be shrouded in shadows, invisible to everything. Not that she needed to hide, no, of course not. But sometimes it was admirable to take a break… however small. “No, you came here for a reason,” Angel spat, her venomous voice piercing through the brush all around her.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
Surely; said I, surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
’Tis the wind and nothing more.

† And so, with that thought in her mind, Angel lifted her head and sent out a call to anyone who was near. She’d been standing on the blasted border for hours now, trying to make up her mind on if she really wanted to enter a herd. Another ‘together’ atmosphere. Even if the Darks like to say there was no such atmosphere at all. There was. And Angel hated it. Loathed the feeling that she belonged to something that was related to unity. It was a sickening, strangling feeling. But she would put up with it, at least for now. Just to see a few new faces. Maybe she would even dig into their little ‘War’ some more…
She ended her call, the last screeching note the type that chilled to the marrow and squealed on the inside of your skull. She savoured the sound as it hurt inside her head, savoured it because she knew it would be the last melody she let loose while she was a member of nothing, in debt to no one, and completely and utterly alone.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more

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[B.l.a.c.k]

An odour? was noticed dancing upon the air. It wasen't there a moment ago. Mirriors landed upon the chassi of the femora sexed almost in seconds. His naval cativies toying with her amora that teasted his horomones and raged him so. Scone was slowly pulled up from his foliage as towers were hidden underneath a mess of tassels that were flaxen and thick. Oh he was a massive beast to behold and so pretty but sadly his attitude and temperment wasn't. He wasen't amoung the living nor deceased. He was thrown unpon the topgraphy to help with his family's world domination. He was ruler of this world; the earthed world and stood along side his brother who controlled the underworld until his arrival home.

Feathered ladders shuffled the brute froth in a slow navigation towards the creature of femora sexed. Whould she be a victim or join him and give her soul to a fate unknown? Well I guess the beast we about to find out. Hindquartets shoved his bulk forth in a rapid motion. His navigation was through the evergreen that surrounded this field. His travel was short until he veered upon ladders but his pace wasen't altered as he allowed himself to be seen by the femora but only for mere second. His chassi was like a phantom that was closingin for the kill and the only thing heard was a scream of a daemon as his mirriors observeyed her chassi from his navigation.

[A.ngel {{MASK}}]

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Angel

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XX Silence slowly dripped onto the land, the gentle atmosphere at peace except for a small breeze dusting it’s way through. The air was heavy, almost suffocatingly so, pressing in and disrupting the almost peaceful feeling that had veiled it’s way over Angel, lulling her momentarily.
Her attention was mostly focused on the misty distant hill, which she fantasized her claimer would soon come traipsing over, looking for the next pretty bauble to add to his growing collection. Her golden skin flared to life as the last bits of sunlight left the sky and night finally began to take over.
The darkness clawed it’s way across the sky, leaving a multitude of stars in it’s wake. The moon hung restlessly in the sky, a small sliver of the gray planet that was so far away from the trials of Earth and it’s inhabitants.
Angel’s eyes danced across the horizon, still looking and wondering after the faraway figure that would make her his own. A dark soul dressed in gold, her silky forelock draped elegantly down her face, obscuring part-way the pearlescent stripe that ran between her eyes. Her eyes, which currently flashed a variety of innocent colors. Elegantly different, and yet her impurity was so obvious and the attention she commanded so strong you could not mistake her for another.
Even when she was draped in shadows.
The temperature change had obviously flared recently, as the grass was so green it’s newness was evident even hidden by the night. The small flowers that emerged from the dirt were heavily perfumed, and as she flared her nares, Angel caught the sickly sweet scent. Flowers were a natural thing, and they could not help but live, but could they not help to send out their scents so strongly? She felt nearly choked with the various scents, all mailed out to capture the bee and to begin the cycle all over again. Angel was no bee, and she did not feel the least bit captured.
Her back left hoof lifted and then was stamped down on top of one of the small baby blue flowers. She waited, letting the moment sink in, and then lifted her hoof and replaced it once more in the original position. Inhaling, she held the breath, eyes wandering and scraping across the ground. Waiting was a dreadful thing, especially for one who had no patience to speak of. Waiting was the worst fate to befall Angel since her birth into this world, and no matter how many times she experienced it, she found herself cursing it twice as much. She expelled the breath, and the small hissing noise that resulted reached her flickering ears. The sigh was a sound of distaste, a sign of boredom, and a taste of the malicious. And then silence once more, except for the ominous sound of the approaching warm winds that drew ever closer to the land.

XX Standing, the motionless figure of the mare was re-sculpted into that of quiet motion, her movements so soft and so discreet they were hardly noticeable.
The swiftness and leisure of the motion was somewhat insulting and somewhat eerie, but mostly intoxicating. Graceful long legs stretched forward as she started to walk, shoulders rotating at ease under the golden skin, dragging the slender framework forward. Her lightened banner twisted and danced, draping effortlessly behind her, the small light given off from the moon refracting off of Angel’s graceful fidgeted dancing.
Creeping through the shadows as if she had been there her entire life, a magnificent sight to behold. Her head lifted to the heavens, gazing forward once more as her hooves skimmed over the shattered angles of the ground. Do you hear this? This creature, this creature gliding effortless across the plains is available. Open for the taking. Do we have no one who wishes to take her away? To add this priceless piece to your gallery?
The open lands let the winds drift in, and Angel’s lifted head was suddenly buffeted with the warm breath of Mother nature rising from lands far away.
Her pale gold mane and forelock danced around her delicate features, and spread like fire down her muscular neck.
Just another deadly game that we’re playing. As Angel was standing, breathless, letting the wind take her commands, Xavier was approaching, the large stallion sauntering forward. He cut an impressive figure through the horizon, though we must not judge on looks alone.
As she lowered her head Angel’s innocent eyes caught on Black and stayed there, curiously evaluating his approach. Curiosity is a simple emotion, and yet it led to more trouble and downfall than you can possibly imagine. So long as you let it take a hold of your mind and body, you are nothing but a machine which it uses to issue it’s commands. This is why Angel looked away, ignoring the stallion until he was within range to speak. She fell into a state of abnormal quietness, letting herself drift amongst the shadows while the warm breeze whispered enticingly in her ears. She could contain her curiosity for the stallion, and her sudden lust as well. Angel was infamous for her sudden lovings, and this was no different than the others. But ah, the ambiance. It's elegant presence was everywhere at once, calling you forward, pulling you in. Somewhere you knew entering was not the best decision, and yet you could not help yourself either way. The chilled taunting breeze made the territory seem wickedly pleasant; all around there was closure, silence, an almost unbearable secretive air. Angel's breath seemed to freeze in the air, caught for a moment before being swept away into emptiness. There was a sickly sweet aroma tainting the air, a corrupt heaviness holding tightly, slowly suffocating all inside. It seemed that the hold was so tight the sky would crack right down the middle, raining pieces down onto the lands below.

She could feel Black’s gaze resting on her, and she made her movements all the more pleasing to a male eye.
“Angel,” she told him, her dark eyes filled with nothing but quiet innocence.
Eyes are notorious liars.
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked away.
Angel certainly did not hate stallions. Some were a waste of flesh and air, true. But some were more than undesirable. Whether this one would prove to be a stallion of admireable qualities, or a complete jackass, had yet to be seen.

[B.l.a.c.k]

bbs gotta feed animals

[A.ngel {{MASK}}]

Kay

[B.l.a.c.k]

His ladders slowed to a slow shuffle his navigation and desire was quite simple. His sexual organ was emerging from his sheath as his desires would be known to the ess in a matter of seconds. Would he rape? Sure. He raped many of all alliences. But he throughly enjoyed raping the light alliences as amany of the time their virgin and innocent wombs gave his tool such pleasure and he enjoyed the idea they would be plegued with a sinister fledging instead of one of light pussified ways. They were weak and placed on this either to be murdered, raped, or turned into sex slaves for his pleasures. But his attention deverted back to the beast of golden hue. She was desirable but little to her knowledge he desired her to be his queen and if she refused she would to be graced with the clenching hands of death or she would be a victim to his power and greed and allow his brother to take to to the underworld. So weather she was totally willing the decision was simple. Live a life as his queen or vanish from this topgraphy and burn in hell.

Mirrior into his soul obsurveyed her chassi as feathered talon navigate his mammoth physique towards her. Halting a mere three feet from her he decided he would vocal his desires instead of useing brute force. Labious parted as his mirriors met with hers. If you were to stare into his mirrors at this very moment she would see his desires. They shown quite clearly either she come with him or she would become a vicitim to his lovely cruel either way she would be HIS for eternity. Vocal chords viberated Come ess join me and be my queen she didn't need to heed his cursing all his wanted was sex and her. He waited momentarily until her decision was made.

[A.ngel {{MASK}}]

xx Now we wait… This was the only thought that stuck in her head, ignoring all previous contemplations to concentrate on imaging up who it was exactly who would end her freedom. He would be something to look at, she was almost certain. High-ranking stallions always were, easy on the eyes, harsh on the ears, and a pleasure to have on your back. A King, she hoped, would come to claim. True, it is, that power is not everything. But to Angel Mask, who wanted so much and gave so little, a King…. Well, they had everything. And everything included all that Angel wanted, or could even think of wanting. She wouldn’t go just anywhere, with anyone, of course. Only the best.
Even though she was dreading the end of her wandering days… she was also… dare I say it, excited. Excited at the prospect of being claimed and beginning an entirely new game. She had everything to gain, standing here alone on the boarder. And yet, she also had everything to lose.

XX. Her dark, yet dangerously innocent eyes observed the stallion silently

XX. Go ahead all you valiant knights. Drink deep of your silver chalices and drive your knives into your endless feasts. Shriek your false proclamations of safety to the world. You fail to outwit even the most foolish child, your schemes are obvious.We know you will grow weary of your duty and return to languish in your fortresses. Your ring bedecked fingers do naught but trace the curves of your two-bit wenches and order about your foregin mercenaries.royal scam Drink deep boys, drink until you can drink no more; because tomorrow is speeding towards us. The tomorrow we face is no bed of roses; it is new day and a new age. Sit high on your thrones while you can boys. Don't you know? There is one hell of a long way to fall. Soon Lady Change will knock her cryptic rhythm upon your gates and pull silken chords tight across warm necks. snap . The wine only will last you so long boy and you are already down to the dregs.

XX.Dusting the gossamer cobwebs from my thinking I roused myself from my dreamlike state. I shook my locked limbs...finally allowing the blood to pump back into my numb appendages. My gaze wandered downward to my slender ankles, wetted with sticky mud. I had traveled until the seething Sun had risen above the deep craters and had passed into the west...not stopping for anything. This brief respite had done me little good, but I didn't give a d*mn. It simply wasn’t my nature. My metallic pools stared steadily out into the night, transfixed by the beauty of the moon. The blistering gas ball had been put to rest earlier in the day. It had fallen with a graceful shame as the Moon had steadily drawn its blade in an eternal battle of positions. Night had set in and the now lunar deity hung like a priceless pendant of silver in the sky.

XX. Exotic dancer with her bright feathers and silken corset carelessly drops her laced handkerchief on the floor, a painted smile silently daring any man to pick it up. Feast your eyes ‘pon the beauty. She’s no poor man’s stripper. A brilliant Quetzal in a flock of ravens. The charms and pleasures of this pretty bird come for a price. A Roxolana. A twist of her body and slow winding dance down into the arms of the highest bidder. Illicit kisses and a hundred one night stands. She’s power hungry. Lust? but a simple tool Her lips are laughing but her solemn eyes are deadly.

XX. "A tempting offer indeed" Her mouth twisted into a delicate smile. "And so hastily delivered. TIme will tell whether you will regret it or not, for I accept"

[B.l.a.c.k]

This czar was a beautiful site to behold. For his linage he was almost perfect confirmation wise except for his overly large size. Normal members of his breed will mature to about sixteen hands but not him. Even from a youth he was a creature that wasen't one to be recockened with. He even struck fear into the mirriors of his dam as he wounded her, raped her; yes raped his own mothers then took her life. And because of this he has matured into the warlock that he is today. When the naked eye looks upon this beast you would loose your breath. His canvass painted a gorgeous obsidian, which shines with health. Not abit of fat is on this beast. The tassels that veil his facial features are lengthy and flaxen but silky to the touch. His nape is swolled by tassel so thick and flaxen often it can't be seen. The feathers that rest at his talons offer a thick curtain of protection. Oh but his game is power and greed.

He waits no more as feathered ladder amble the czar forth towards the golden ess. As his short travel come to an end at her bosom sexual tool fully 'rectial from sheath as labious found their way rather quickily under her tassels to the sexual organ which he adored so. The organ of pleasure for the czar. That was his only weakness. Towers returned to the normal stance of being swolled by his dense whipcords as the decision was made. He was rape this ess before they returned to his dwelling. Pink moistened tounge washes her softly his cranial was trusted towards the welkin as upper labious danced. Mirriors rolling back into sockets as pelvics thrusted. Time was masting as chassi thrusted atop hers. Jagged talon slicing her flesh like butcher knife to a piece of meat. Labious recoiling as he unsheathed his calicums as he raciously grabbed her flesh. Whipcord was rised from bosom as his pelvics thrusted. Finding her in a matter of seconds his mirriors closed as pleasure washed over his chassi. But as the mating occured little to their knowledge but darkness began grabbing the island in it's unforgiving grasp. The ground started to slightly rumble....It was coming!!