[trespassing==get over it]

[{Nevvy}]

Ugh, the dry air of this nasty place seemed to singe my nostrils as I traipsed into the land. I heard a newcomer decided to come here, and I just had to be a bitch and strode in like I owned the place. From depression to deviance. The branches that raked the sky as if to spread the clouds across the sky and black out the sun for good. I rolled my eyes. Darks always had to have their lands seem so malevolent. Maybe it is to put up a ruse because they really are scaredy-cats who do not know a damn thing about life. They take lives and laugh, laugh because one day they believe they will be rulers of all at some point. Maybe when Hell freezes over.

Creamy tendrils blew through the screeching wind as my strides moved into a jaunty trot. What a risk I was taking. I was soooo scared. And I really didn't care. Here was my way of feeling oh so sorry for myself. Boo hoo me, oh boo hoo I lost my parents, I lost my land, I lost everything. Too damn bad. The world works in so many ways and the world just didn't like me. Everything right now kissed my blood and singed it with the fiery hatred of it all. As I passed a tree I kicked at it, leaving my mark forever to grow with the tree toward the skies or die toward Hell.

Although my parents always told me to stay away from darks, how could my father say a damn thing? He had bloodlines of darkness, both his father and mother. Maybe I should take after them. Maybe I wasn't met to be a weak light who thought death was the destruction of a family. Maybe I was meant to destroy them. Show them that not everything was happy-go-lucky as they thought it was. I didn’t know, I didn’t care.

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Character::Arietta
Words::324
Notes::Sorry for the bad post. I'm not very good at the opening posts...

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

Snowfall covered the tragic scene of Fire Rock. Slush had begun to be stained red, snow melting from the heat of crimson regret. Crows perched atop the branches laughed in delight, convinced of a meal that would come all too soon. The moon shone blue against the dark sky, as the bids seemed to sing once in a blue moon. Once in a blue moon... the trees whispered as they swayed, and the fox hidden beneath their cover cried out... his cry declaring that it was the beginning of the end. Blood, that delicious metallic substance. It made patterns as it was splattered across the snow. In turn, the snow sunk to the ground... depressions of death against a world of life. Morbid best described the scene, as crow, owl and fox watched and waited. All scavengers with their minds set on a kill, all beings willing to clean up the mess of a herbivore gone murderous. This marked the beginning of the end... the end of gentle beings within the Fire Domain... the beginning of a serial killer's career within his land, and the start of life for those beasts determined to clean up the mess he left behind.

Blood, that tainted substance of life, flew through the air. It landed silently, splattered across the snow, stuck to the trees and ever green's needles. Flesh and hair flew, all from the center of a battle. A battle... over nothing. Two stallions stood apart, sides heaving heavily, ears pinned and teeth bore. Their coloration complimentary, one a jet black stallion, the other a white Friesian. His hide was the one strange enough to draw someone's attention, for among the blood and cuts were black stockings, a black blaze... and a black shoulder marking. His mane and tail, matted with the fluid of his adversary's veins, was also this charcoal color. The beast fighting him, however, was the onyx hue with an alabaster mane and tail. Their eyes... their eyes told the story of their differences. The black based baron had brown eyes that shone with fear and regret, pleading for the battle to stop but not wanting to back down first. The other's eyes a dark blue, mercilessly bearing into his opponent's with no emotion, a blood thirsty and menacing look plastered there. For he no longer had the emotional heart... as his love, his mate, his leadess, had left him.

The titans clashed brilliantly, their chests pushed together and muscles bulging. The two reared up, fore limbs slashing the ear and each other's hides, teeth snapping maliciously. The white stallion's teeth closed in on his opponent's lower neck through extreme contortion and flexing, his hooves slicing the other's barrel. The black stag's hoof penetrated the area between the white's forelegs, skimming down his stomach and peeling hide and flesh with it. Blood oozed from the seeping wound, muffled laughter escaping the injured white. His teeth tightened, chewing like a bulldog would in a fight. He pushed his opponent, urging the beast to backup or flip over. I'd been longing for a fight... what better than with intruders? They were always good meat, always betting they could win and join my herd... But only the worthy ones were accepted. This one had a sharp tongue and no fight to back it up, but oh, he tried. I have to give him credit for that. I shoved and I pulled on his neck, feeling that great vein that runs down the center between my teeth, reaching for the windpipe...

He backed up, desperately trying to free himself from my grip. The beast flung himself on all fours, pulling me down with him. Blood sprayed into the snow, both my own and my opponent's. I didn't feel the pain, not right now. I was too caught up in the moment, a revenge against Wiccan's Rede's betrayal and fury over nothing but a daughter I'd had so long ago. His jerking as he landed caused me to topple over, my teeth slitting the great vein while I rolled on the ground, regaining my footing as quickly as I could. My merciless laughter filled the air, chortled with the stallion's blood that seeped around the corners of my mouth. The black stag wailed a pitiful whinny, blood curdling up into his throat and drowning him, while it dripped and oozed down his chest from the injury. That great vein of life, the ever so vital one found only in the throat of the equine, was beginning to pump the life from the being into the atmosphere. It soiled the land and littered it, while the stallion crumpled, his breathing ragged and wheezy.

Tombstone's Revenge walked over to the stallion, gazing at the bleeding baron thoughtfully. His eyes soaked in the fading light in his opponent's, watching as finally it disappeared and those brown eyes glazed over. Twitches marked the ending of his nerves, as they let out their final uses and disappeared into oblivion. Energy is neither created nor destroyed. Life, however, is both. Normally, this is where the stallion would say something to the beast, something witty... yet with his heart gone, his voice was only used in times when it was necessary. The immense pleasure that soaked through my mind wouldn't be exhaled to the air for others to hear. One death had occurred since she left me. Countless others would follow. Perhaps this was for the best, then? My mate leaving me, leaving me without a heart to slow down my actions and make me think twice. I don't have to fear death anymore. If I died, who would miss me? Even if anyone would, why should I care? Mother wouldn't worry over my disappearance... she didn't care that I'd killed Tempest, my twin, my other half... She only cared that father had left her.

The white and black stallion tossed his skull, locks bouncing. When they returned to slap his forehead, they left a blood stain across the white part of his skull, where the blaze didn't already lay claim to. His scar shone brilliantly, the pink flesh never had regrown the hair after that battle with his sibling. The beast snorted, gazing now to the edge of his terrain, as another's presence reached his nostrils. Ah, so another had decided to seek me out and tempt fate. When will they learn that I would rather kill company than entertain it? Of course, after that battle, I'm in no position to fight another just yet. Must let that wound heal up first... but then again, that fight could be rather interesting. The stag pondered this for a moment, while his own blood dripped into the slush beneath him steadily. Drip. Drip. Drip. The Friesian snorted, lifting a black leg high up to paw the air toward the intruder. His malicious and blood-curdling cry filled the air, no words to greet the intruder. His hoof slapped against the ground once more, the beast standing tall beside the body of his slain adversary... watching, waiting, to see what this other's move would be.