A Venture Into Darkness {Wic}

[paranormal]

ROSE
Every ROSE has THORNS

The eerie quiet of the Dark Forest was too quiet to be peaceful. The unidentied sounds sent the faint hearted running. The eerie quiet and low visibility discouraged entrance to the place as well. Seeing a filly of her age in this forest was rare, seeing one with a limp, well, that was even rarer. The dark colored filly limped along, her gate was hardly what one would consider graceful, or even feminine. No, though the filly herself was built rather feminine, her gate was choppy, the limp was most annoying.

Rose hated having to limp around, she hated how some masters thought she was a slave. That was why she came to the dark forest. Honestly, she would have gone up to the slave pens, but there she would be around too many others. Sure, they would all die because of her eventually, but that didn't mean she had to deal with them now. She stopped, panting slightly, even walking took large quantities of energy. She had no chance in a fight, at first, it had been her only problem, the only fault in her plan. But she had twisted it to work for her. She used it, and her being in her last months of youth to create a false innocence and make others pity her, and in doing so, do her bidding. She heard noises of something approaching, she would have made some foul comment to whomever was following her. But she knew that it was likely a much older equine who was undoubtedly stronger than her. Instead, she continued to walk. The silky mane that adorned her neck clung to her sweaty neck. Her thick forelock flat over her forehead.

An ear flickered back to listen to whoever was following her. She was in a foul mood, but unlike in an open field, or the beach, or even the slave pens, no one would interfere if she was attacked, she therefore refrained from telling them to go die in a hole. She grunted, stopping and looking down at the rather large tree that had fallen in her path. She stepped over it with her front legs, and her right back leg, and carefully lifted her left hind leg which was not only the cause of her limp, but also had limited mobility. She misjudged and knocked the tree trunk, dragging her leg over it. She winced at the pain. Damn leg, why does it have to be so hard to use? She stopped after going over the tree. She reached up, stripping the leaves off a small branch. She just stood there, and sighed. Whoever was following her would either come out, or they wouldn't, if they didn't, she'd probably say something rude to offend them and draw them out.

She shifted her weight to her right side, relieving most of the pain in her hind left leg. She smiled slightly to herself. Despite all the trouble of getting this deep into the forest, she finally felt at home. Having come from deep in a forest, she found both the darkness and the sounds that she couldn't try to identify. Most hated them, she was raised with them, they were some of her better memories from her rather wayward childhood. The ebony filly shuffled to the side, leaning against a tree. If she'd been alone, she would have laid down, but she knew there was someone there. She rubbed against the tree, itching herself to relieve an itch on her side that she didn't want to scratch at herself.

Wordcount: 600
Muse: Really awesome

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 02070a; border: #001114 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=border-top: 2px solid #001114;] My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas, The only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask Wiccan walked slowly, her ears lazily perked, her tail flagged to show off her tainted blood of friesian meeting arabian. Her ivory form moved with liquid ease, her muscles coiling and releasing with each step. Her neck was arched elegantly, her head tucked just slightly, her body compact but with a hearty, feminine effect. She was delicate, she was strong, she was opposites in every corner. And it was what made her a perfect weapon for her own uses. White and innocent she appeared at first glance. Yet dark and deadly her soul remained. She smirked faintly, trotting through the forest with a form that both caught and discouraged attention. Howls echoed through the darkness, and she closed her eyes releashing the sound as a specific howl, as well as a wild set of hoots joined in. Though she was certain Gua's hoots were more to discourage Sona's howling. She smirked, almost seeing the owl in her mind's eye puffed up like a fucking idiot. She shook her head before continuing on, working her way with ease through the forest that was now becoming her regular haunt while she found more . . . creatures to add to her ranks. She stretched faintly as she moved before stumbling faintly at the sound of another. Someone moving, or attempting to move. She altered her course, seeing another struggling over a tree, do to a single leg that didn't want to move. Eyebrow raised she watched the young filly turn back towards the tree, as if waiting for something. Eyebrow raised Wiccan moved forward, towards the young horse, snorting to announce her presence, coming out like a silver toned maiden, a guardian angel. One who'd fallen long ago of course, "And who do we have here, wandering this forest all alone. You look a tad young to be out on your own, filly. Or are you just trying to find your way, huh? What's your name, child. What are you doing out here . . . all alone." And answer fast . . . before Wicca gets bored and realizes what kind of meal a young filly might make. Words of your demise The massacre thought out And it's hard at times to ask if you can save my heart for last And it's hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black [/style]

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[paranormal]

ROSE
Every ROSE has THORNS

The ebony filly was near the end of the rope when it came to patience. She had decided whatever was following her would either come out or it wouldn't. She really truly preffered that it wouldn't. Especially if it happened to be an equine. The sound of another equine, a snort, meant to alert her came from the thing that that been following her. She turned her fine, fuzzy black ears towards it. The relief of being in the forest had disappeared replaced by a rather dark scowl.

The equine who stepped out before her was a silvery white. She seemed to have a near ghostly quality. Rose, however, hardly cared. To her, no matter how nice the equine was, they were bad company. The mare who'd come out before her spoke. "And who do we have here, wandering this forest all alone. You look a tad young to be wandering this forest on your own, filly. Or are you just trying to find your way, huh? What's your name, child. And what are you doing out here...all alone." Rose snorted. She hated company, it was annoying when they questioned her abilities due to her youth and injury.

"I may be a 'tad young' by your standards, but I grew up in a forest much like this one," She said, not adding that she hated having others around. "My name is Rose. I'm out here avoiding others and feeling at home," she said, adding. "As for you, who are you? And why are you creeping around the forest? Most mares of your appearance show off, they don't hide in dark forests," She finished. It irked her that she'd met another horse in the forest. The whole point of her coming here was to avoid them. But now she had to be careful, horses that lurked here were rarely kind, and it was a bad idea to solicit with them. Then again, she was here, so long as she didn't piss the mare off, she'd be safe. her coffee brown eyes glared at the other mood. She knew it was rude, but she wished most of all to be rid of the mare's company. She scanned the area looking for crammed spaces she would fit into that the mare wouldn't. She didn't find any, and maybe, maybe, if she moved quietly enough, she'd be able to eventually hide due to her coat color, but there was no way for her to run. The sound of multiple wolves howling, and then the hoots of an owl reached her. The owl was odd, owls were night creatures, one up in the day time was never a good sign.

Wordcount: 458
Muse: Okay...

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 02070a; border: #001114 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=border-top: 2px solid #001114;] My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas, The only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask As Wic stepped out, the filly turned her ears towards her sound, Wic's pale coat gleaming as she looked upon the young filly, smirking faintly as she listened to the filly speak, her tone pointing out everything that she didn't say. Wic bit back a laugh, smirking as she listened to the flly justify why she was in this land. Growing up in a forest like this one, doesn't mean much really. "Hmm, and here you are putting words in my mouth, little one. Never did I judge you for it, merely asking why one so young is out on her own. Try listening a bit, child. Most equine who wander this area aren't as nice as I when it comes others reading to far into their words." The witch said, pale blue eyes flashing in warning. The filly gave her name then, Rose, before adding that she was out her to avoid others, before asking her name. Instantly she smirked, "One of my appearance, huh? What's that suppose to mean, hmm? Besides, I like this forest it's almost as dark as my last home. Though not nearly as comfortable, sadly. As for who I am, you can call me Wiccan child. Other then that, you don't need to know my full name." She said with a wicked grin, tossing back her mane as she watched the foal. Words of your demise The massacre thought out And it's hard at times to ask if you can save my heart for last And it's hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black [/style]

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[paranormal]

ROSE
Evry ROSE has THORNS

The dark filly was already tired of the mare. Not that it had anything to do with the mare herself, just the ebony creature's tendency to solitude. "Hmm and here your are putting words in my mouth, little one. Never did I judge you for it, merely asking why one so young is out on her own. Try listening a bit, child. Most equine who wander this area aren't as nice as I when it comes others reading to far into their words." The filly could hear the warning in the mare's voice. She would have pushed it if she thought she could have gotten away with it. She hated submitting to the mare, but if she wanted to live she sort of had to.

"I'm sorry, most horses do judge for it. I suppose I shouldn't assume," She said, keeping the hate out of her voice. The mare irked her honestly, but she could tell the mare was fit and able to injure. She avoided eye contact feeling sort of like an idiot.

Rose watched the ghostly femme carefully. When the mare smirked, Rose instantly felt stupid for having said what she did. Now the mare was daring her to compliment her. The mare also explained that she liked the dark too and gave her name, it was Wiccan. Rose rolled her eyes, she had a feeling she'd try to end the meeting soon.

"That's supposed to mean that you're what most consider attractive." She said. "Most of the time, when people tell me that's all I need to know there's something else I need to know unless I want to get hurt, especially around here." She said suspiciously. The mare was a far cry from being young, but to call her old would have been inaccurate.

Wordcount: 335
Muse: Better

[Dyzzie-doll]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 02070a; border: #001114 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] [style=border-top: 2px solid #001114;] My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas, The only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask Once again some stupid idiot had decided to cross paths with Wiccan, and . . . once again, their words had done wonders to pissing off the ivory finch. Her response had been instant, warning but keeping it from being a full fledged threat. No need to scare a filly out of the darkness. A part of her was forced to remind herself of that one thing. This was just a foal, and while she had no qualms about killing them, she had no reason to kill this one . . . yet.I'm sorry Wiccan paused, raising a single eyebrow, a half sneer on her face, most horses do judge for it. I suppose I shouldn't assume, Wiccan laughed, the tone dark and forebodding, "It would be bad manners if I judged. I was far younger when I set out alone." Well, actually, she had been banished when she was far younger, after . . . killing her older sister, though it wasn't her fault! The bitch had been asking for it, complaining all the time! And then she insulted Sona . . . you never insult Sona.Wiccan kept her eyes on the young foal who was obviously trying so hard to keep her calm around Wic, something that was very, very good to do. Piss of Wic, and a few would say it was the last thing you'd ever do. That's supposed to mean that you're what most consider attractive. Wiccan shrugged on the comment, a sly smirk in place, "Even the devil needs a way to draw in the prey." She responded, which was true. Her beauty did help draw in her prey, giving her that innocent mare thing. And when they'd least expect it? STRIKE. Most of the time, when people tell me that's all I need to know there's something else I need to know unless I want to get hurt, especially around here. Wiccan smirked, raising an eyebrow, "Is that so?" She asked, though said no more. Words of your demise The massacre thought out And it's hard at times to ask if you can save my heart for last And it's hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black [/style]

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[paranormal]

ROSE
Every ROSE has THORNS

The ebony filly shivered in the cooling evening air. Not because she was cold, or even creeped. No, this mare was the reason. Rose knew she had to tread lightly if she wished to survive. The black equid was drawn to the darkness because it contained few, but perhaps there were other elements that drew her, more than just revenge.

The dark equid disliked the sneer on the mare's face, but she was in no position to piss the mare off. "It would be bad manners if I judged. I was far younger when I set out alone." The mare said. The filly was quiet, if this mare had been young than her, than she must be something. It drew Rose no doubt good or bad, one who had been on their own at such an age was extraordinary. "Really? That sounds very interesting," She said, the filly was actually very interested, she was now alert. She very much wanted to know how the mare had dealt with it. It did not occur to her that Wiccan likely was much more dangerous.

Rose shifted her weight, edging back a bit away from the mare. She felt safer when she was farther away from her company, especially with this particular creature. The mare said. "Even the devil needs a way to draw in the prey." Rose raised her eyebrows, edging a bit farther from the mare. "Well I suppose it would make sense," the dark creature said. Rose may have been simply a yearling, but she had no doubt, this mare was extremely dangerous, and very, very evil. That aspect simply drew her to Wiccan.

Rose watched the mare carefully, not necessarily to try and escape, but rather to tell if she was in for anything. Wiccan scared the black equid, not enough to try and get away, but enough to cause atleast mild discomfort. "Is that so?" The other mare had uttered. The somewhat small, dark creature studied her carefully for a long while. "Yes, it is. Should I worry about what you can or will do to me?" Rose replied, not even slightly sarcastically, as much as she already admired the mare, she just wanted to know.

Wordcount:: 380
Muse:: Iffy