Speak, outlander

[lirael]

The weary and the weak do often complain of how long they have been walking, their tired limbs out of energy, sick of movement. The pompous and weak do often tell of how powerful they are, how long they have been walking, how strong their limbs are and full of energy, eager for more movement. The strong and wise do not speak of their energy, they push further and construct mental blocks through the pain. Through the emotion of being a forgotten soul, never noted for ones accomplishment or how many fucking times I've saved you...
But we all must move on sometime. No matter where we lie along this spectrum. Me, I am the foreign warrior, waiting to pick his Terra to battle, and hoping to find a female in these god-and-or-goddess-forsaken lands. My pistons have been moving awhile, but still carry on, mechanically. I feel that even if I wished myself to stop, they would not comply, and I would still feel the impulse to keep going, walking to my death. If only, the world were flat, if only.
There are those three famous emotions again. Depression, loneliness, and lifelessness. If one was so intent on seeking companionship, you would think he would look for it. But, I am stubborn. I was born that way and chances are it will never change if it has not before. Hmm. Usually my skull is shaking with the many thoughts and ideas reverberating from its bone walls, but today, I am silent. Today, the earth seems silent. Have not come upon a living being for about a week, and this land beneath my hooves seems far from pleasant. Depending on who you ask. Personally, I think I will make my grand entrance here. Call upon a few of the big bad head horses to come escort my sorry ass to their herdlands.. and maybe then overthrow them if I find them annoying, unfit, weak. Whatever.
Labium part and flints slid to an easy halt in the ground, and a scream goes up in the air, the sound of a thousand equids who have lost their sanity.
Get over yourself, Asylum.

[pheonix]

Matrix creaped threw the dark crevace.She had been walking for hours,but her limbs had not run cold.darkness has its good pointsMatrix had been turning dark.She knew it,and was not afraid to admit it.She had decided to mingle with darks,for if she were to become one.She had to get accustomed to them.She walked out of the crevace,and her eyes draw over a stallion.He looked dark.perfect,now all I have to do is learn.She walked toward this stallion,and stopped a few yards away."I be Matrix.And you are?"She smirked and tried to make it obvious she was turning dark.She lowered her neck and dial to the ground and closed her eyes.She felt darkness taking over her,and at that moment,her heart went cold.She rolled her eyes and threw her head up,feeling the anger that darks must always carry.She looked again at the stallion"well,you going to say something?She instintly regreted it,but she was dark,its what darks do.She was a tough mare.Not one of those whimps who depend on their mate to save them.She would protect herself,when time need be.

[lirael]

In the midst of the night, one had already approached. But on the crags of the horizon, another mustered her strength and made her way towards the less-than-friendly hessian. Dial lowered more towards the ground and limbs slowly moved to give him a more solitary appearance, legs bunched and head down. If you are looking for a playmate, chances are I am not your guy, your pick, your savior. I am alone. I was born, been, and will die alone. You, femme, will change nothing.
But there is that pinprick. There is, indeed, hope in the back, just hidden, sheltered, cast aside from the main worries I possess. I have many times tried to forget that thought, that I do hope for someone. So why don't I puff out my chest and push her around, like all of the big, bad dark stallions do. Why? Because they are jokes. They are insecure and so they take it upon themselves to pester the living hell out of any mare that passes them by, and have their way with them, "bring up" the children. But not well. Role models, eh?
Off topic, again, Asylum. Stay focused. Just keep looking at that little rock to the right of your hoof. Something is approaching. But you dare not look. You keep focusing and feel that sweat gather on the back of your neck, the hairs rise. This is the only thing keeping you between that thing approaching, and you feel as if you take one move, it will lurch upon you, rip out your jugular. You freeze. The darkness is defeaning, and you are blind, but it is still enclosing upon you..
You glance anyway. And it is just a flicka. Muscles untense and relax. It was nothing, though you always knew it was. You are insane, remember?
Her tones rise up and by her appearance, it is evident that is she is trying.
Really, really hard.
To fit in with your crowd.
Heh. Crowd. Your. In a sentence. Funny.
Any how. She looks like she would like to be thought of as..powerful and independent. How old is she? And by that, I meant mentally.
Chilly tones reply easily, with a slight sneer 'pon my muzzle.
They call me Asylum
looks as if she had come over to the good side
And welcome to the whorehouse

[pheonix]

Matrix shook her head viciously.Darkness had never felt so good.Her mood shifted from being moody to being todally furious.She shifted her weight to her other foot,and stood her ground.Yes,this stallion was intimidating,but if she were to back away it would cost her chance at being known as a dark,for darks didnt back off easy,from what she had heard."Well,Asylum,I be here to figure out the meaning of....dark.For I have come over to the dark side."She was a little less mad,but all the same,she felt herself a native to this land,now that she had turned dark.You are the first I have seen within a hundred miles.Oh,I almost forgot.I am dark,like yourself.But what does that matter."
she rolled her eyes,the whites of them showing.

[lirael]

Annoyance crept into my veins, but it was held back. She was.. interesting, to say the least. And she was dealing with the conflict of trying to figure something out. Belonging. Fabulous. By whorehouse, it was not an insult. Being dark could be..unenjoyable.. at times. But it did not mean jumping around like a raging maniac like she was doing. No. Only in battle. Small, smug, smirk appeared and I turned slowly to her, extending my skull to gaze somewhat menacingly at her.
You are on an interesting path,
Crown drew up and stood normally, hands and all, almost looking down, degradingly, upon the femmore.
Wanting to find out the meaning of something you claim to be?
Dial cocked slight degrees to the side. Slowly, sneer drew.
It is not raging around with your optics rolling in your skull! Or..
Calm aura took over. But there was something she had noticied. Face and tones grew soft.
But you are intelligent to notice kin, blood, alliance, when you see it. You do not need to announce your darkness to the world, it is plain to me, almost like the fact that it is right now night, that you are what you are. Before I confuse you, that was compliment of sorts. One of the nicest things you will hear from me.
Master of words, eh?

[pheonix]

Matrix stared at the ground,but intently listened to what this brute was saying.She was begining to be irritated.But being a new dark,was hard to control.Her annoyance showed in her voice.

"I am on the only path I know
Her annoyance bubbled inside of her.
I want to find out the meaning of something I am.
rage was beginning to surface
"well,being a new dark,my mind has not yet gotten used to this....sudden rage


Her annoyance lightened at this compliment,but she tried not to show it.
Well,in my eyes,night is like daytime,and the darkness inside of me is beginning to show.She smiled wickedly and held her head high.This stallion could be charming,she could give him that.But she had to remember,it was probably manipulation.

[lirael]

Since when does being a dark mean you are angry all of the fucking time?
I was never like that, was I. Explosive at younger ages, maybe, but never this irritable. Hhmmh. A snort came from flared crescents, a somewhat sarcastic, but moreover frustrated. Females, can not live with them, can not live without them. Thank you, god, for you sick twist of life.
Dark -isn't- synonymous with rage.
Perhaps she was a manic, or just completely confused with where she lied...lay? lied? lie? Bah, humbug.
And of the meaning, what do you want me to do about it?
Hind flint tilted back, as did his crown.
That is something you will have to find yourself, I am no miracle-maker, nor genie. In fact, I am far from it.
I'm not a saint or angel, and that is not due to my heritage. It is due to my stupid, stupid actions in my history, laid down on that papyrus paper. Ugh.

[pheonix]

A sly grin went across her kissers."well,since when did putting off my guard help me?"Thats all she was doing,keeping her guard on.Nothing else,other then a few questions that needed answered,she had nothing alse to do.She wanted nothing else.But this brute wanted none of it.She could see that.Maniac?nah,she was no maniac.But then again,whatever she did,they were going to say she was a maniac.Life.It sucks.Darkness is the beginning of freedom.But she had to take everything that came with it.And her twist of rage and fury had made her a maniac,she guessed."I simply want a few questions answered,nothing else,and if you wish,I shall be on my way"Her vocals echoed on the walls,and carried on threw the mountians.She bunched up her muscles,just to be ready incase the stallion wished to tear her to pieces.She was probably driving him mad,but she wasnt leaving without being abselutly sure this stallion wouldnt answer her questions.

[lirael]

Putting off your guard? Was I asking you to do that? Not that I remember saying.. My, my, you are a flighty one. Must have Arabian bloodlines. No more girlfriends or mates that are Arabian, that was a past pledge that I intend to keep. Although, she might prove acceptable, and then again, she might not. Out of all the stallions, the brutes, out there, I was the oh-so lucky one she had decided to come an interrogate. I wonder, why am I the wise-man.. In my short five years, I have, true, gained much knowledge. I am wise for my age, but nowhere near that of an elder's telling. Clouds parted overhead and a slit of silvery moonlight draped across his rarely painted coat, a dull white slashed with dark grey and murky brown, I hear that it is called brindle. Yes it is rare, but truth be told I find it ugly. Favorable is the hides of others, one solid color with uniform stockings and stars. But only on my mantelpiece, above a roaring fire. Skinned, with the skull at the side of a candle.
Morbid is the feel of now. Can't you tell that is what's in these days? Because you have always been one to follow the trend, have you not? End the sarcasm...
I will answer them, if I can.

[pheonix]

Matrix was born of many ancient bloodlines,but she couldnt recall any of them.She was mix.A crossbreed.And she was quite proud of it,because every breed of horse has its faults.Thoroughbreds can run fast,but cant go on for that long.Arabs had stamina,but were not as fast as thoroughbred.Yes,every breed had its faults.A couple of wich she had herself.She could run a long distance,but not at full speed.She relaxed a bit,seeing as this stallion had no intentions of hurting her....yet.She asked the first question."Well,first of all,do darks always act like their better,and smarter then anyone?"This wasnt an insult to anybody,she just needed to know.She hook her head and started to un-tense.This stallion coul maul her,yes,but why did she care?life wasnt worth living anymore.

OOC:sorry for the crappy post.my muse ran out.

[lirael]

A commonly asked question of the darqs.. thank you, pompous stallions and mares of the ignorant bloodlines. Darks often gave off that feeling from their hides, the way they moved, walked, talked, the way their vocals changed when talking to someone else. A scowl crawled over his mug. Plenty stallions have been met over time, a nice little collection growing in memory, the idiocy of the wannabe-beefcake, testosterone-driven stags, as well as the high-strung, PMS-flaring faes. Often the thought was radiated that perhaps he was the only one with a cool aura and head about him. Possible. Hell, anything was.
The problem now was answering in terms that personally did not sound stupid as well. Keep it.. short, and sweet. Though, you are not short at all, and you have yet to prove yourself the epidemy of "sweet".
Only if they are arrogant,
pause..
And many are.. which makes them obnoxious, to say the least. They think they have power just because of their opposite on the rating bar, when most could barely recite their own name if asked.
Well, maybe that was not fully true. They could remember two things. One, being their name, and two, being 'act like a dark!'; which consisted of being a royal asshole whenever opportunity came, or a light. Whichever one came first.

[pheonix]

Aye,yes.Arrogant.It made sence.She put her head down.Feeling stupid,she said.

Arrogance?obnoxious?Yes,obnoxious would be the word for me.

She felt her cheeks grow hot,so she put her head down to sniff for grass.But in this god-forsaken valley,that was impossible.She knew that he had seen her cheeks grow red,and that was the last thing she wanted.She threw her head up and tried to make it look as if she hadnt turn red.Next question.

I have heard darks are rude.selfish,self-minded.Is that,for the most part,true?

Her song rang threw the valley.Her light voice had not taken on its darkness,so now she sounded like a lightness-freak.She sighed.Darkness had washed threw all of her,except her voice.Yes,now I have the heart of darkness and the voice of light.She thought evil thoughts,trying to convert her voice from sweet to dark.

[lirael]

More than a few times is has been uttered that 'there are no stupid questions'. A philosophy I am in agreement with.. and yet, we, or maybe just some of us, still get embarrased by our own questions when we realize it is obvious, that it has been underneath our very muzzles all along. It is out fault that we had not taken the the time to notice it, and have not been as thorough as we wish. But still, it is a mistake, not like we intended upon looking this way.. no flushed cheeks are needed.
Even so, it was a bit amusing to see her grow scarlet and lower her dial to me, almost as if she was becoming submissive to my being superior by being male. HAH! The sarcasm still rolls out with the same speed as ever before, only growing a little more toxic as your age does, harmful to yourself. Being rude, selfish, and self-minded seemed to dwell upon the edges of being arrogant as well. I thought that they always went together when the word was used, that if you were thought of as arrogant, you were immediately this, this, and that, as well. There are learning proccesses... it's called life, and you get but one chance to learn the entire lesson, and many years to perfect your knowledge. Her voice, she seemed ashamed of it, but she should not be. What was so bad about it? So she came off as a little happy.. in most, the overly I-am-so-glad-to-be-alive-and-being-so-incredibly-STUPID! voice irritated the living hell out of me, but she did not sound like one of those Light airhead mares.
Rude and selfish? To Lights, all of the time,
a smirk.
To Darks, only if they are, arrogant. But there are some,
gaze switched to the horizon.
Who possess all of these nasty traits.. and show them to all. Hello, bad breeding. Some of the good Darks, I will admit, have these attitudes, but it still goes along the line of arrogant, in my opinion.

[pheonix]

Submissive?Nah,She was only submissive when it was a herd leader,otherwise,the herd would probably bite her head off.Yes,to a herd leader,she was submissive,but when she didnt have to be,she wasnt.She wasnt one of those,"Yes,sir" and " I will do whatever you want" kind of horse.She was brave,gutsy,but when had she had the time to show it?No.This stallion thought she was retarted.Was she?She pushed this thought away and looked at him.He was brave,by the looks of it,and since the moon had come out,she had noticed his brindle coat.well thats rare.She talked out,her voice taking on its darkness.

Lights are a bunch of maniacs who think their perfect.

She said this un-exspectantly,but she didnt care,her mind was side-tracted.

Power is everything

she eyed him.She looked off to the horizon.

Well,most dark stallions would be forcing me to do as they command.Why do you not?

She felt un-certian.She backed a step,and looked at him.She liked her freedom,and she wouldnt let this stallion take it from her.