iF PEACE WAS MY ONLY WAY OUT;;

[allisunn]

Thank god I'm not a light. She thought. It was a constant battle between darks and lights. Neutrals, not so much, they got along with anyone and everything. Her long legs moved slowly at a walk as she entered the area almost regally. It was silent, it was dark out, and the moon was very high up. Nothing could bother the big mare, standing at 17.2 hands, she was no where near small, and she had hardly met a stallion she could ever just like at all.

All they wanted were babies. Lots and lots of babies, and it was always the same story over and over again. Not like anything real could come between her and somthing sufficient. She sighed, lifting up her feet and stretching out into a gallop. She breezed through, her young head held high. This was the first chapter in her story, who will finish it for her?

[».d.r.e.a.m. [ღ]]

T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E

Little things in life make things important.

Chance encounters, new situations, just about anything. Take, for example, that hoof you cracked last fall... if you hadn't of been limping and fallen on your side, Prince Charming never would have come to your rescue to see what was wrong, then invite you to join his herd. Life's just a fairy tale, the good, the bad, the in between. In my opinion, everything is messed up. The good are good in their own eyes, the bad is what others disagree with, so a dark can consider themselves good and lights bad, no? But those neutrals... they get to me all the time. Never picking a side, and showing the personality traits of both alliances. It's just not right, they should at least make up their mind, even if it takes a little... persuasion, if you will. Circumstances. Every little thing leads to another, bigger thing. The domino affect.

Perhaps that's what lead me to be here.

Of all places, this was one I never - ever - trekked. In fact, it can be said that I avoid it at all costs. The claiming grounds. Where desperate mares go for desperate collecting stallions to snatch up. Pathetic, really, once you get down to the facts. They only go on to make more miserable and pathetic foals, and so the line continues... until one, such as I, steps in to cut them down in their prime. Yet destroying a whole lineage takes a lot of time and patience, it's no easy feat. If you kill the offspring, they'll just replace it. If you kill the parents, the offspring are still there - and breeched with revenge, which passes along to their offspring and rules their life. That's an interesting path to make them follow, if you ask me.

A scent drew me out of my thoughts.

I looked up from the lake in which I had been studying my appearance in, to look toward the one who'd caused me to deprive my mind from it's thoughts. I'm not vain, but was simply studying my reflection because... well, since I came back from the dead and passed into a new life, my colors have been inverted. I'm now a white Friesian stallion... with black stockings, black blaze, mane, tail, and band running across my shoulders. Interesting concept, if I do say so myself. My nostrils flared, taking the scent deep into my cavities and identifying it... as a mare. A sinister smirk crossed my muzzle, dark blue eyes scanning the landscape until I targeted the source. I pivoted, breaking into a swift gallop, eating up the ground, and approaching the mare.

After all, must be quick before a collector comes along.

Salutations, wench. My deep vocals hissed out, dripping with malicious intent and identifying me as what I am. A dark. Welcome to hell, care to do this the easy way, or the hard way? What's your calling. Yes, I was having fun with this. No, I'm not being rude in my terms. I can be much, much worse. That venomous smirk remained on my face, dark blue eyes bearing into the maiden's. Name's Tombstone's Revenge. Use it wisely. I wasn't going into much deeper detail than that, about how I do not have a herd land, or a herd, for that matter. That I am a roaming murderer who gets his kicks from death and blood. To tell her that I was looking for one thing and one thing only; a good fight, or a good death, and she happened to be the one to be in my vicinity. Unless, of course, she charmed me, and made me decide to keep her as a tag-along.

Those odds, however, are very, very slim.

[allisunn]

What's the word i'm...
What are the words im lookin' for
They seemed to have left my _barren lips...
Can you find them?

She heard him before anything else. Her
muscles quivered and her head flew up, her nares flooding
with air as her breath sped. He had heavy hoof falls, but he
was fast. He had to have something that raced in him. She
knew she did. She snorted and her harks pinned back as the
whites of her brown eyes disclosed themselves. She reared a
few feet in the air, nothing spectacular compared to what she
could do, and she snorted, seeing the horse come into her
view. He was a big boy, but she was a big girl too.

He seemed to be Frisian, but he was opposite, to a point. White
with black points and a dash 'cross his withers. Salutations,
wench He spoke to her. Her ears laid low on her head,
nearly glued to her skull. Your one to speak, not a
very kind beast are you. He had lost a great deal of
points just for the damned word Wench. She was a lady and
he would refer to her as that unless she chooses to let him be
hers. Welcome to hell, care to do this the easy way, or the
hard way? What's your calling. She smiled. Ah, hell, I
know of the place, down righ' nasty that one, she thought to
herself. She grinned and arched her neck a small portion.

Calling? What happened to just asking for one's
name? She said to him, but sighed and pawing out
with her well formed hoof. Very well, sir, My
name is Vivace, pleasure to meet a... Demon such as yourself.
Her fiery bod glimmered in the sun light that was
about to be casted away by thunderous clouds of rain,
lightning, thunder and perhaps snow. Name's Tombstone's
Revenge. Use it wisely. She flicked her tail and her head
flinched lightly to the side. Her eyes had calmed, but she was
angry that this stallion dare let his ego whirl around and
attempt to woo her.

Yes, indeed she was thankful that he, and not some other
weakling stallion, had come along, and maybe he was the one
to ah, per say finish the first chapter, but insofar he did not
show her any pleasure that she would even consider him.
Though he was a handsome brute, she desired nothing, yet...
She stood high on her shanks, the long legs that seemed to
beautiful, so fitting to a mare like her. Her long head
gracefully set on the neck that wisely serpentines to her low
withers and long back. Her rear, strong, her legs long, and
her tail touching the floor. So, brute, where does
thy come from? And why do you any interest in a mare that
doesn't even want more then one foal? She inferred
brutally. She was not going to make this any easier. She
couldn't. She was a dark mare that had no need of a stallion
unless she wished of it.

But his looks were growing on her. She decided to think on it.
Well?

[».d.r.e.a.m. [ღ]]

T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E

Now I,
I scream to the clouds that,
That taunt and hide the,
Hide the souls of the dead.
And I,
I tear from my,
My body the wretched soul.
The soul that creates,
Creates the existence of
Of the murderer and I,
I whisper in your ear
That I,
I am immortal.[/center]

Her attitude showed from the start.

That sadistic grin widened, I had found quite the toy to play with, hadn't I? For the first real time, I took in her features, her build, her being... moments before, I was merrily interested in what color her blood may be. Now... now I saw her as something closer to... an equal? Isn't that strange. A tall thing, she was, shockingly so. She almost measured up to my height... that's disappointing to my masculinity, yet strangely interesting. No, her build wasn't as heavy as mine... more built for speed than mine was, yet the hidden lineage within me proved useful in that. Only to strangers, love. I declared with a devilish smirk. Friends... were beaten. Allies, well, their death was delayed. Acquaintances saw the worse side of me, yet the protected saw the best. Her actions would prove which she was.

Though I say she's making a good start.

Her inquiry on me using calling could get me on a rant, yet I'll leave it plain and simple for her. A calling, my dear, is what you prefer to be called, and what you consider yourself, is it not? A name is what you're given by the parents, and none the suiting in most cases. My weight shifted, gaze flashing down to her hooves, then to my feather covered ones. The difference was intriguing, considering the height similarities. My ears swiveled slightly forward, before returning to their marked graves once more. Well, Vivace... demon hardly suits, as I am alive, and a demon is not. No, my little hell raiser, I'm far from dead. Though I do not fear death, either.

Why should I?

I come from a land I am no longer wanted, for I am the disinherited heir of a dark lord, titled the Feared One and called Spiritspawn. Named Ghost. Ha, I think that's the funniest thing ever. Yet... I hold no interest in my father or my mother, they're in my past and Vivace is in the present, while the future is unfolding every second. A mare who doesn't want a foal? How refreshing. For a moment there, I thought I was the only equine who didn't want his or her bloodlines running disgracefully over the lands and spreading the name. A hint of sarcasm was present there. I knew I wasn't the only one, just the one who kept it to himself. Is it strange for a stallion to want to be a bachelor without little whores everywhere?

I get my pleasures from other sources.

And no, I am not gay. Any other stallion would circle the wench, sorry, lady, and seek out strengths and weaknesses. They would check her suitability in their collection, see how her bloody coat would fit into their harem, and then, once all requirements are met, they would force her along. They think they're tough for the amount of mares, yet it's quality, not quantity. Quality is rather hard to find, at that. I'm quite surprised you would even tolerate my presence, Vivace, as I have no harem or herd to call my own. Another one of those devilishly handsome (I know, I'm full of myself) smirks are flashed to her, my head tilting slightly. I don't want to be tied down by those infuriating excuses for darks that liter the place, and I suppose you don't, either, otherwise you wouldn't be so brutal and testy. Not that I don't appreciate the display of temper. That simply means she has a personality, and isn't a mindless sheep that would simply follow where led.

All the more to appreciate.

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[allisunn]

Oh my, _youv'e caught my ^small attention.
^can, can, can you _keep it there?
or will ^you, you, you , _throw it away.
I'm, I'm, I'm ^strong and you seem to _know it,
So just ^gimme, gimme, gimme, a _break.

Respect. Something that hardly comes from the low voiticles of a Brujo. Hm, she thought, Maybe he is worth considering.Well, Vivace... demon hardly suits, as I am alive, and a demon is not. No, my little hell raiser, I'm far from dead. She laughed harshly at his small rant. No, you don't understand the meaning when I call you demon. I mean to say the evil deeds, the deathly aura that runs from something, I don't call you a demon simply because, I know you aren't dead. She chuckled again, his voice was masculine, handsome, but his ego gave away much. He liked tot think of himself a lot. She was a tough mare and could get along fine but if she ever did get pregnant to him she would want him to protect her, not stare at his reflection all day.
I come from a land I am no longer wanted, for I am the disinherited heir of a dark lord, titled the Feared One and called Spiritspawn. She cocked her head to the side. She had heard of those two, no one she would be very fretted of though. She was a strong mare and nothing scared her much. Then why don't you take the title and kill all of them. I can tell when someone dislikes another. SHe paused. Or is it not that simple, is there something else inside of it, like an old lover that hates you, and you couldn't bear to take away her life style. No... No, it must be deeper down... She grinned, he was like an open book.

Perhaps there is even a child, or two, in the midst of your very, very tangled history. You are a very confusing stallion.But rest assure, I am very good at understanding one's background, she didn't say this aloud of course, that would have been too creepy. But he had lines on his body suggesting children...A mare who doesn't want a foal? How refreshing. For a moment there, I thought I was the only equine who didn't want his or her bloodlines running disgracefully over the lands and spreading the name. She smiled, snorting. My thoughts exactly. Her low voice said excitedly. It wasn't often someone didn't want a million children. She watched him look at her, she means, really look at her. The big mare wasn't exactly the most beautiful. In fact most of the time stallions didn't even give her a trying chance just because of her height. But those weren't worth it.

She had finally made her decision weather or not she would give him a chance, and she chose for it. He seemed a good stallion, though not completely in his right mind. He was sane for the most part, hopefully.I'm quite surprised you would even tolerate my presence, Vivace, as I have no harem or herd to call my own. She chuckled, liking the way he said her name, but also feeling fine when he said it so nonchalantly. You are strangely easy to get along with. You aren't in search of someone to beget three billion foals. I like you. You have some sence. SHe shook her head, smiling. I don't want to be tied down by those infuriating excuses for darks that liter the place, and I suppose you don't, either, otherwise you wouldn't be so brutal and testy. She looked at him. Her tail twitched and her hoof stamped. But she relaxed, I am aren't I. I guess my history is just as tangled as yours.

The clouds had completely covered the sun and water and small chunks of hail were pelting down, hitting them hard on their backs. She pinned her ears, not exactly liking the feeling of hard ice hitting her. She walked slowly, flicking her disgusting scent of heat in his way and standing under the trees. You may join me if you wish, but don't get too cocky, I'm not ready.

[».d.r.e.a.m. [ღ]]

T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E
Now I,
I stand before you,
Bearing the truth that I,
I am the homeless,
Homeless and wandering,
The one,
The one that causes pain
and takes love and life,
Love and life for granted.
That I,
I am the one
The one who is heartless.

So you think he's that easily read.

The behemoth holds a lot of his past and present from his being, as that would inspire pity, and pity wasn't desired. The painted Friesian shifted his weight effortlessly, dinner-plate sized hooves shifting ever so slightly beneath their black feathers. No, not dead now. But I was. A coy smirk slid across his white muzzle, red-violet eyes twinkling in mischief. She would probably take at a cheesy pick up line, one of those 'I was dead until I met you' sort of things... but it wasn't like that at all. He flicked his midnight hued tail against white haunches, killer red-violet eyes surveying his little hell raiser. I don't kill them and take the title because... Again, that sadistic grin, and the brute took a step closer so that his muzzle was by her ear. Titles. Mean. Nothing. With that, he pulled back a little, smirking broadly.

He could laugh manically, but that wasn't him.

His smirk disappeared at her next sentence, the one about a past lover. Yes, he had one of those, as well as a daughter, and two companions. Each were considered family, and each were lost. Raisur... his wolf companion who was his opposite in color but copy in personality. Midnight Sonata, the she-wolf that stole Rai's heart, a white enchantress. Wiccan's Rede... his white Friesian love, the murderer who traveled with Sonata. And lastly, the daughter he knew not of, Skyelark. All five were convinced the brute was still dead and hadn't re-arisen after the Thestral Alliance they ran had been attacked, he figured they were happy, and wouldn't recognize the inverted brute in his new looks anyways. My, my, little viper. You sure do like to interpret. He smirked, tossing his skull so his forelock rolled away from his central skull.

Thus revealing a white scar in the center of his black blaze.

Maybe, after my twin sister gave me this scar and I killed her, I thought nothing more of the land and it's inhabitants and left to roam seas and lands far and wide? Tsk, tsk, look at the big picture, dearest... He knew she wouldn't like that, but he couldn't resist adding it. He had departed from those lands, to wander farther after all, and that was how he met Rai, then later Wicca and Sona, and farther yet down that road, his death. Ah, but perhaps I'm a collector? Think of that? No, of course not, because it's so easy to read into the fact that I have virtually no mare scent on my hide. If he did, he would be ashamed of himself for straying so easily from his task. I'm just looking for a way to... stir things up a bit. Cause mischief, mayhem, death. And if I find someone worth having tag along with me, all the better.

One is a murderer. Two are serial killers.

The splashes of water were absorbed into his hide, darkening the hair as it hit skin. Involuntary shudders were given when the hail stuck and bit at him with it's cold teeth. Dark eyes were ablaze with a flame that danced it's own course within his pupils, watching as the pretty little blood bay moved beneath the trees, while still pondering to himself within his mind. So many years have passed, and I've even had time to die and come back. Strange, then, that I have little to call my own. Even my colors changed. The change of his hide still fascinated him, what with it being so new, that of course he couldn't help but marvel at the changes. It was, after all, a lot to get used to. He'd lost his identity in a sense. After a slight hesitation, he followed to the shelter of the trees, smirking at her words.

Wasn't even thinking about it.

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[allisunn]

You, you, you, ^have not _found them _yet;;



What was his deal? He was so uptight. Her eyes closed, blinking for a moment while she deliberated what she would possibly do next. He had died and come back to life. Simple as that. No, that wasn't right. No one could be resurrected, but wait. Could they? It could be possible. But why in the hell were the colors so inverted? They aren't supposed to be that way. She snorted under the cover of the trees while she waited for him to come with her. He was much bigger then her, but not by much in height. It was ore of the fact that he was just so strong...

She tried to keep still, but ended up backing into some shrubbery so he would have more room. He was the bigger one and this was a small area for two such large animals to be standing in. Wasn't even thinking about it. She flipped her ears in an annoyed fashion. Good. She was glad though, she would have been raped by any other stallion at this time. But for some reason the disgusting smell seemed to please them. It was utterly wrong to a mare and if any mare found it pleasing they were very wrong in their thinking system. She stamped her foot. The damn hail was lasting longer then it should have, and it hurt when the small little stone waters hit the coronet, it couldn't of hurt him much, he did had feathers covering it.

She sighed, looking out the small little opening that kept the two's bodies safe from the hell raising hail. She sighed and her harks pinned as she could see her breath. And I thought the weather was supposed to warm up... She mumbled to herself. She was warm though, the stallion radiated heat, and her shivering had ceased, or what shivering there had been. She wasn't bone skinny, but she wasn't very fat either. Most of her body was covered in muscle, and the fat that was one her only surrounded her enough to make her look good and not emaciated. In her opinion she wasn't half bad, in fact, in her opinion, she was quite beautiful. But that's just her opinion and no one else seemed to share it.

She watched as the hail started to slow, but it didn't stop. Good, she thought, this is way too small of an area for two beastly horses. She didn't show any emotion on her face other then disgust for the hard ice that was still coming down. Sorry 'bout the close quarters... She wasn't one for apologizing but with this stud it seemed to her that it was necessary. She would not be able to hold her own against him.