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Your Birthdate: September 2

You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive. Your strength: Your universal compassion Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings Your power color: Mauve Your power symbol: Butterfly Your power month: February

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Mathallazoth - Sad Post

Thud...thud...thud...thud...

The heavy steps sounded like a death toll as the massive demon made his way across the hardened rock of the battlefield. Thorns were flat upon his skull, disappearing 'neath the silken tresses of his ebony mane. A powerful snort issued from his flared nostrils, the vapor hanging in the cold air before dissolving once again into nothingness. Emotionless orbs gazed around at the land, strewn with the lifeless bodies of his foes... and his comrades. A spark of rage leapt into them, however, as his eyes wandered over a familiar form. With a furious roar he rushed at the crows perched 'pon it's carcass and they scattered, screeching their bloodthirsty cries to the heavens as they flew into the surrounding trees to wait, their greedy black eyes watching him carefully.

He stood over the frame, lowering his head to brush the cold neck gently. How beautiful the mare had once been, her azure blue coat shining in the sunlight. Now it was dull, marred by scars and caked with dried blood. He noticed how her neck was still stretched out, and her teeth still bared in a vicious snarl towards something nearby. He followed her dead gaze and saw, to his endless fury, the bodice of her sister. A thick stream of muttered swear words flowed from his maw as he stood, still gazing at the two. Then, moving forward, he gently closed the blue roan mare's eyes with a brush of his muzzle. "Rest in peace, my love," he whispered into her ear.

Then, with a gentle shake of his head, he backed away from the horrid scene. Eyelids fell shut as his crania lifted again, muzzle parting to release a mournful cry to the unhearing skies. A thought wandered through his mind as he turned and began to walk out of the land.

Is it truly winning... if all we do is lose?

Wystearya - A Timber Wolf

Wystearya (wis-TAR-yah) shivered in the passing breeze, multi-hued fur waving back and forth as the wind moved on to bother some other poor creature. She lifted her muzzle and scented the air carefully, hundreds of messages immediately vying for attention. Her mind quickly discarded most of them and focused on the important ones. That is, the scents of new wolves. She crawled out from under the bush and padded hesitantly toward the familiar - yet strange - smells.

She had good reason to be cautious. Since being thrown out of her pack for fighting with a fellow pack member - who just happened to be the future alphess - she had been turned down, even attacked, by every pack she'd met. It was as if everyone knew about her mistake. The females all snarled when she came near, even if the Alpha was kind enough to consider letting her join. The Alphess never let him, and Wystearya usually ended up being chased out of the land by the pack's females.

And so she had been forced to travel alone for miles and miles, all because of one small temper tantrum. But now, there was a tiny modicum of hope. She was far out of the reach of her former pack leader's influence. Perhaps these wolves didn't know of her...

She stopped abruptly and crouched low in the bushes, her dark silver, black, and white coat camouflaging her wonderfully. Topaz eyes gazed out somewhat fearfully at the massive black male who she guessed was the Alpha. She felt that she should make her presence known, but fear, born from the many rejections she'd received, held her back.

RP between me and Taylor (I'm in red).

A dirty white mare walked slowly into the mountainous land, gazing around with dull, unseeing brown eyes. She was tired... so tired. The trek from Beach to Mountains was no small feat, but she was desperate. Desperate to escape the memories... the equines there. She had hoped her love would follow, but... where was he? They hadn't talked in forever, it seemed.

"Zip..."

The name was a whisper upon her lips, floating away upon gently blowing winds that made her shiver in surprise. The cold was something she would have to get used to, but it matched her heart at the moment. She felt empty, like someone had pushed all the breath out of her lungs and she couldn't fill them again.

She remembered a time when she felt like she could fly, dancing through the sky and blending in with the puffy white clouds. But then, somehow, she and her mate had fallen apart. She couldn't remember what their argument was about, but it had been something serious. And now, whenever she tried to dance, to fly, it felt like her wings had disappeared.

Everytime I try to fly I fall
Without my wings I feel so small...

A cold shiver ran down his spine, giving the stallion a light shake through the barrel and hock. His dark choclate pelt was damp, darker with sweat and anxiety. Why has he sperated from Experanza? He loved her... didn't he?

"Of course I love her!" He muttered to himself, feeling bad for even thinking of such things. Dark, almost ebon tail dashed from left to right behind him. A whiff caught in the air, stopping him.

He almost did not see the vixen, merely wandered his gaze around. He breathed in the scent again, and his dark orbs finally rested upon her distant, barely recognizeable form.

"So beautiful..."


A whisper on the wind brought her head up and her ears forward, straining to hear the voice again. But was it really a voice? She glanced around, a feverish look in her eyes, bringing them alive with a gleam that had disappeared a while ago. Could it be... he was here? Now? In this land?

Her gaze searched the land desperately until it rested upon a dark form in the distance. Was it really... She tried to call out to the equine, but her voice came out only as a hoarse whisper. She snorted softly, then closed her mouth and tried to step forwards. She couldn't. She tried again, but got the same result. She glanced at her hooves, but could see no mud that would prevent them from moving. What was it that held her back, then?

Fear. It was the fear of hurt, the fear of disappointment. So many times had she seen a figure in the distance and run towards it, only to find that it was instead some other stallion... or worse, a tree. A muffled cry would catch in her throat and she would turn to run away from the depression.

But now... she couldn't even bring herself to find out what it was. She tried to call out, "Who are you?" but it only came out as a loud whisper.

A tear could have jerked from him right then and there, but his eyes were blinded by white, and tears would not fall. Three years of discipline from his father had taught him that, keep a stern face and dry eyes. Always.

He blinked again, seeing her still. She was not a mirage.
"Esperanza... It's me. Zip." His own words did not seem true, but he had to believe it was her.


No tears of joy fell. No delighted call burst from her dry throat. Not even the elated feeling within her was enough to will her to move forward. She just couldn't. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak, she couldn't cry. All her tears had been used.

She tried, desperately, to take a step forward. But instead she stumbled, barely managing to catch herself before she fell to the ground. Her muzzle and knees bumped painfully into the icy ground, though, and a soft snort escaped her from the pain.

It could be him... said a small voice in her mind.
But then again, it couldn't... said another. She picked herself up and shook her head wearily. It could go either way. His voice she had heard many times before, in her mind. The only proof would be... she couldn't even think of proof that would prove he was real.

She blinked a few times as well, just to be sure that he wasn't a figment of her imagination. She was soon satisfied that he wasn't, but even then she couldn't say anything. And so she merely continued to stare at him, allowing her eyes to drink in the wonderful sight as a thirsty equine would drink from a cool river.

Mathallazoth

'What in the world am I doing here?'

This was not the first time this thought had crossed the stallion's mind as he wandered through the plains. This was not the place for an equine of his... personality. Then again, he'd tried at the Dark Field and had given up. They were all idiotic, stuck-up snobs there. Perhaps here he could find someone to manipulate. Although, he couldn't count on that. He couldn't rule them like his father did his Empire.

He snorted angrily, pushing thoughts of his father out of his mind. He'd never met the stallion, and therefore had no respect for the equine, be he herd member or Alpha.

Heavy, lightly feathered hooves rested upon the soft turf as the young stallion looked 'round the field. His eyes were emotionless, black, and cold. This was something he would have to work on if he were to woo one of the pathless ones.
Woo. That was such an odd word. One you wouldn't normally hear coming from the mouth - or mind - of a stallion born of two Dark equines. Then again, he had never planned on being like them. No, he would never abandon his just-weaned son and leave him to die to go off in search of a long-lost mate. He would never run away from his mate, either, chased off by his own son...

Again, he forced himself to push these thoughts away and focus on the "task" at hand - er, hoof. He inspected the mare from afar. Usually, he wouldn't go for one outside his own breed, but since there were few of those, she was the best of this lot. And a prize she was. She didn't seem to care what others thought of her, judging by how she yelled for attention without thinking. He chuckled softly as he thought of what would happen to her if she did so in the Dark claiming grounds.

'Alright, I've stood here long enough.'

Slowly, he moved forward at a slow walk. This quickly picked up into a trot, carrying him nearer and nearer. He didn't even stop to think what his sire and dam would think if they saw him here. He didn't care anymore. Then again, he never had...

Stopping nearby, he dipped his raven-hued skull in a swift bow of greeting. "Hello, miss," he said, allowing a gracious smile to flit over his muzzle. Wow, that felt strange. He hadn't smiled in... forever, it seemed.

Verona's (Hi)story

Verona dragged herself slowly over the edge of the terra, leaving a trail of red behind her in the grass. She half-heartedly attempted to heave herself to her hooves, but fell back almost immediately. She could see the waterfall ahead of her, and the roar of its waters blocked out all other sounds. She slowly rose, focusing on everything but the terrible pain. Her legs wobbled, threatening to buckle. 'No!' she thought fiercely. She steadied herself and barely managed to move forward. She finally reached the edge of the pool. She began to slowly let herself sink to the ground, but her legs couldn't stand it. They buckled and she fell hard onto her side. A soft groan escaped her and she closed her eyes against the burning pain.

A myriad scars and open, bleeding cuts marred her once gleaming buckskin coat. She was a beautiful Shire once, but that seemed long ago. She had a mate once, and friends. A loving father and mother, too... Why had she left all that and become a Dark? She laid her head down, staring at the water as it fell down to the pool below. Inching forward, she looked into the pool and saw her face. She almost cried out in despair at the reflection. She jerked her head, destroying the picture and sending small ripples across the surface. She tried desperately to block the horrid vision from her mind, trying to remember herself as she was before. And somehow, she managed to…

She remembered a quiet summer's day. She had been running and playing tag with her younger sister, Beauty. A small smile appeared on her muzzle for a moment, but it disappeared as she struggled for another breath. Another memory burst into her mind, harsh and painful. She remembered a Friesian stallion coming and attacking their little herd. He had a massive army of mares behind him, all of them ruthless, merciless killers. She stared in horror as she saw her mother falling to the ground, dead. Her father fought valiantly, but he was no match for three of the Shires in the attacking army. Danika, Arista, and Magnum were their names, as she learned later once they became her friends after she forgot her past.

And she remembered standing before the Friesian, bowing her head and swearing allegiance to him. "Just don't hurt my sister," she had said, sobbing as she looked down at the smaller form beside her. Belleza was crying pitifully, frightened at the cruelty of the war lord. The stallion, Nightmare, had laughed cruelly, kicking the black filly viciously.
"Get up," he snarled to her. "If you cooperate, you won’t get hurt… much." And so they did. They followed him without another word. And slowly, they became like him. They were Darks – brutal and cold-blooded. Her younger sister, now called Belleza, was the more savage of the two. She threw herself with eagerness into her training. Because of her rather sadistic mind-set, she rose quickly within the ranks. As soon as she turned four, she became Beta Mare, answering only to Nightmare and whoever his current Alphess was.

Verona gasped as another shot of pain coursed through her ragged body. She closed her eyes, waiting for it to subside. When it did, the memories returned. She watched as she was separated from her sister when Nightmare's son destroyed the Empire. She remembered wandering for years, looking for her. She figured Belleza was doing the same thing at the time, but she could never be sure. And she remembered coming to Forever Free, still a Dark, and still searching for her sister. And she found her… in the lands of the Eleandi Caves.

Now the memories sped up, flashing through her mind like a broken slideshow. There was Belleza, teasing the first Alpha. And there was Belleza, smashing against her, Verona's, body and throwing her to the floor. She remembered staring up into Belleza's hate-filled eyes again as the black mare threatened to kill her if she told of Belleza’s true name. And then, there was Belleza, though she hadn't been able to see her at the time. There she was lying on the floor. Verona felt herself kick out cruelly at her head in spite and anger. She felt her hoof connect with her sister’s head with a sickening thud. She heard Belleza slump to the ground, unconscious. Then she heard more footsteps and found herself shoved up against the wall by the stallion, Skyscraper. He had been furious with her for what she did, but she had remained calm and sneered at him, taunting him and saying that he loved her sister. Somehow, Skyscraper hadn’t killed her and she’d survived the meeting.

Then, finally, there came her last memory. She had been in a dimly-lit cave, thinking about a few things, when she heard footsteps. She looked up to see her sister. "What do you want?" she said innocently.
"Revenge," Belleza growled. Verona was mildly surprised at the venom in her sister’s voice. Then again, it was to be expected after what she, Verona, had done. "Do you have any idea what you did to me?"
"I got my own revenge," Verona hissed. "Nothing more."
"You have taken away my SIGHT!" Belleza bellowed. "Now I have to go through my life blind! I don't even know if Nightmare will let me stay in the herd!" Verona stared at her dumbly, unbelieving. How could a kick to the head cause blindness? And yet, it was true, she knew it now. Belleza wasn't looking directly at her, though her eyes were filled with hate. And they were whiter than usual...
"Well, sorry sister, but it's what you get," she replied, smirking.
"And here's what you get," Belleza snarled. She lunged at Verona with amazing accuracy, knocking them both to the ground. The black mare jumped up almost immediately, placing a large hoof on Verona's throat, just below her jaw line. Verona snorted and jerked her head and neck to the side, throwing Belleza off balance - but not for long. She regained her stasis and leapt forward, rearing and slashing at Verona's sides with her forehooves. But this wasn’t near enough for the blood-thirsty femme. Whirling, she kicked out as hard as she could with her powerful hind legs. Unprepared for any of this, Verona felt her sister’s hooves hit her and stumbled sideways, hearing quite a few ribs crack. She gasped as one of the splinters jabbed her lungs. Fortunately, it didn't pierce through. Belleza took advantage of Verona's pause and bounded forward again. Verona did her best to ward off the ferocious attacks, but she was too weak now. She crumpled to the ground and Belleza laughed triumphantly, setting her hoof on Verona’s neck once more. "And now for my final revenge," she hissed. Slowly, very slowly, she applied pressure on the smaller mare’s neck, crushing her windpipe and blocking all air out. She lowered her head, leaning closer to Verona’s ear, and whispered. "Goodbye, Violet, for that is your true name. You have never been a Dark. You are a true Light."

Verona's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, gasping for air. Darkness was clouding her eyes and mind as she slipped away to death. She drew one last, ragged breath, and just managed to say: "Good-bye... Beauty. You are my one and only beloved sister. I'm sorry for all I've done to you..." And with that, she fell limp, her head resting at the edge of the water and a small, peaceful smile on her face.


Thus ends the life of Verona, a.k.a. Violet. Alone and unloved she may be, but a Dark she is not.