Drown.my.will.to[. f l y .]

[,.[ c a r n i v a c ].,]

+ here in the darkness I find myself, can't break free until I let it go- +

+ Her optics carressed the lands, her mane being carried with the wind as she stood. The clouds covered the skies with a thick shade of pure white, not a blue spot or sun streak was found, though it was spring. A light sprinkle of rain was tattering everywhere, covering the lands with a sound that made chils go all the way up your spine and give you goosebumps. Her deep blue optics stared where she was heading, the reflection of it emmiting her eyes. She was so afraid to enter an unkown world that voices in her head were screaming. The thoughts felt so real, they could have been trying to reach through her unblinking eyes, which seemed to brim. Clear like glass, they were the opening to her world. Her world which she knew so well, and now fading behind her as the sun had with the night, and never risen over the clouds. The grass gently sang with the rain and wind in waves and choruses of soft sounds that drew her heart into the rain itself. She could just imagine the faces that she knew as the rain drops, slowly falling and hitting the ground, to never reappear in her world. To dissapear completely. And for a second, everything was completely silent. Not a cricket sang, not a bird chirped, just the rain. As it would forever more in her world. This was her new home.

+ "Her," name was Wingz, if it mattered. With a striking tone that made her who she was, but now it was hard to tell the black spots from the bruises. She would've been sore if she wasn't used to it. But no matter what, it hurt. Deeper than they'd ever get. Deeper than her heart. A pain that inflicted her soul. With the blood of a Gypsy Vanner, she was supposed to be strong, but a common misconception was often made. She was a perfect shade of ivory but the spots of dirt that mudded her. Overlapping the ivory, one of the deepest shades of onyx. Her mane was a mix of blacks and whites as well as her mane, overall nothing special. She was not exceptional looking. But that was until you saw her eyes. They were exceptional, made of such a blue that it seemed the ocean could not match it. They reflected an almost human like eye. The pupils were not rectangular, but circular, the average intake of light to the eye as she was. They had a literal depth unmatchable.

+ She stood there with the burden of 'Wingz', and upon her back, no Wingz. She was named that for her ability to run and jump so high with such grace it seemed wrong for a gypsy Vanner. But she wa done with jumping for others. She was now here, in the world she'd been told was paradise, and now afraid, terrified of what it might be. She tilted her head, then shook it slowly, and took a step forward. Her limbs were stiff from standing in place so long. Cold air tried to penetrate her, and was mostly successful, but she was used to it by now. The cold, the bars that concealed her, the laughing faced, the night sticks.... She could just remember the memories....... She stood chained to the floor, pulling her limbs up and down, in pathetic attempts to try to escape this hell. She was only a year and a half. Small humans were petting her, children they were known as, stroking her like she was some sort of innaniment object. It angered her, but she'd not complain, like some did. Most lost their minds before 2, but she tried her best-she couldn't loose it. She was too young to, but she felt the days getting to her like a poison, making her afraid to continue. Pathetic. She was nodding her head to the side, in a sad attempt to freedom of the halter and chains as she did with her feet, but that wouldn't help. It never did, she knew it. Suddenly, a little child began kicking the chain to her halter. She pulled back in surprise, but the kid continued. She was shocked, and slightly afraid. She reared up, or tried, and began neighing and snorting, and shaking her head madly. All the kids backed off, a couple ran away screaming, which put two other adults in aproar, thinking something was wrong. And suddenly, something hit her on the rump. A metal rod, held by one of her handlers. He yelled something, she didn't understand, but it scared her. She walked forward, nodding her head now un and down, the sting of the stick was setting it. It hurt, bad. He yelled again, and hit her twice more, then tugged roughly on her halter. She didn't make another move for the rest of the day.

+ She didn't realise she'd began to walk faster at the thought, the memories angering her. Her brow was creased, her eyes filled with not only depth now, but a dull extreme anger that seized her. Everytime she rememebered it, she'd think of another way she should've reacted and attacked, but she knew if she went back to it, she'd just repeat the actions she did as before. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, just at the thought.

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+ let me go +[/sup]

[[Everything in Heaven & Hell*]]

*I can't escape this Hell*

*Bloodied daggers crashed onto the earth,his darkened optics glaring at the feeling of a minx 'pon the land,a dark smirk crossed his face,oh how he would enjoy killing her,shaking his head rid of others thoughts,he fixed his sights on finding and tracking her.The sprinkle of spring rain annoyed the brute and he tossed his crown,flinging his crown,he sent small droplets of water splatter the ground.He was no coward when it came to a new land,he'd storm hell and back just for the fun of it.Hell was no different to this f**ked up world,no one mattered in this world.Thoughts ran along his head,screaming of what he would do to the minx,they were real,he could tell,he was no physic,but he could just tell.His messed up mind was telling him so.A sharp laugh was carried away on the winds,he hissed a warning to everything around to stay away.His world was built up on everything staying away from his being,or face a painful death. Oh how he wished the Earth would disappear some nights,never to be found,it was an evil thought,but then maybe people who thought such thoughts were evil,were evil themselves,trying to pin the blame on the thinkers.This world he called Home was confusing,he needed to kill.


*His name was Martello,taker of Darkness,as his mother called him,he was always alone,since he could remember,the cage had been his home for several of his colt years,a sharp sigh committed from his blackened kissers,revealing his sharp canines.The pain inflicted on him was internal,deeper than his very existence,he thought there was no one like him,but how wrong he was,there was always someone in the world,in deeper trouble than he was.Tricorn males were supposed to fight,but Martello was not a fighter,he was a forcer,bringing more life into the already crammed world.His tail swiped around his back as he sniffed the air,his tail a duplicate of a black panthers,his pelt was darker than death,darker than a split ink of a pen,darker then a pupil,his eyes were formed like balls of fire,black in the center,red,orange and yellow around the edges,making it seem like they were on fire.He was crazed.Everyone knew that around his life.

*He grinned slightly,he was here,he was a killer of minxes,pure torturer.He had been told about this land where minxes often went to escape,he had set his mind on finding this 'Paradise' but he had found an empty land,save for a few rabbits,so he had stayed,then he had caught her scent,weak but still traceable.The air was chilly,but Martellos hide would not allow any coldness to penetrate him,a sharp scent hit him again,it was the minx.Anger filled his thoughts,thinking of his childhood,how he had been treated.
A small 2 month old colt stood shivering in fear,he blinked at the large crowd and winced as a stone was thrown at him,it wasn't hard enough to injure him badly,but it hurt!He snorted and tried to back up,but the cold bars of the cage bit into his rump,his ears flattened,and he whinnied in fear.The large kept growing,simply waiting for his trainer to lead him out.After a week of torment he was allowed out,the humans took turns to pull at his horns,the two sharp stumps they prodded and pulled made him buck until a sharp hiss from the lad made Martello freeze.He stood like that for the rest of the day.Pathetic. His memories were blank after that,he would always switch off,ignore the pain.



*His optics flashed around for a moment before it clicked that he was moving,he silently cursed himself for breaking into a silent gallop.He sniffed the air quickly,the scent was stronger at each passing second.He knew.She was close.He spotted her a second later,the smirk he held turned to a malice filled grin,worse than a smirk of his.Pulling into the minxes side he bowed slightly,"Greetings Lady" He grinned,his tongue curling round his canines.Most sane minxes would run,maybehe could trick this minx,but he doubted it."May I ask what you are doing alone,here at this time?" He smiled,almost a crazy thing.


*So many times ties I've tried*

[,.[ c a r n i v a c ].,]

+ She slowed as she approached the lands. Something eerie and slightly welcoming attracted her to the land. A scent of darkness, but another world. She knew the world was meaningless as ever, and it always brought her to fault. But now, she brought herself here. Light? No, she was not. And though she appeared of a light, under her pressures of the world, she was almost suicidal. A haven? No. A home? No. A sanctuary. She wanted to mark her world her own, and live up to it, no matter what it meant. She was not a wonderer. And her heart was not light minded. It cursed the world always. Did it have love? Of course. All hearts did, no matter how much the owner denied it. She felt a belonging to darkness, and the need to see other's pain. She wanted to offer her services. She'd talked to an old horse who told her of the battle between light and darkness. She wanted to be a spy mostly, but would they accept her? She knew half the dangers of these lands, and would do anything to prove herself not a slave, she was more than that. She could help them. But she worried herself still, she knew little ways of them, just from what a lone old stag told her.

As she stood facing the lands, she let a sigh escape her kissers. She lifted her head, getting her courage up to announce herself. She opened her mouth, but then closed it, hearing the beat of another horse. She could tell from the beat, it was a stag. Her heart caught inside her chest as she turned around, her tongue heavy with unsaid words. There stood a large brute, a tricorn. She'd only seen one once, and it baffled her. She was just a regular horse, and seeing this, no matter how many times, was a surprise. He was an odd yet amazing mix of shades, mostly ebony, and his eyes set a fire to the cloudy day. His mane was locked with the rain water as hers, but what she also noticed,: One crimson limb, though it looked more blood-soaked. She cleared her throat, and straightened up, showing no fear. Her beautiful, boundless ocean eyes stared into the depth of his burning eyes, to two opposing coming together: Fire to the ocean. She felt the presence of fear inside her chest, she refused to show it, though her eyes made that hard.

She waited till he was finished speaking to inhale, and let her slightly trembling yet majestic and beautiful lyrics sing. "Hello, brute." She spoke, not leaving his optics, and standing as tall as ever, though she was about a half and a half under him, which made her even more frightened. Her fear only escaped through her eyes, though she tried to keep it it. "I am Flying Wingz, and I am here to offer my duties to the herd." She said, her voice giving away a slight accent of anger near the end. She didn't like how he looked, it made her want to back away or run off, but she'd stay rooted there.

[[Everything in Heaven & Hell*]]

Martello laughed slightly,the minx was a normal,but as he looked at her optics,he saw the depths of the ocean,in a mere second he raised his crown and looked over her head,
Well Flying Wingz,you wish to offer your life to the herd,the herd which has killed many,tell me,did you think of this;Probably Not,you only wish to be used as a spy or warrior,a normal minx should learn her place.
His lyrics were powerful and commanding,some of the words he spoke held truth,but most were to frighten the minx,before he killed her.
You are frightened He stated simply,noticing how her eyes hardened.

He tossed his crown,Tell me Flying,what does it feel like to be free,not to be stuck in one place because you'd die because of lack of your food, He asked,lowering his crown on munching on a ebony flower.

][No muse...Sorry >.<'][

[,.[ c a r n i v a c ].,]

+ Catch me, as I fall, say you're here and it's all over now +[/b][/color]

+ Wingz listened to his words, her face showing a light sensation of curiostity to what he spoke of. The shadows of her face seemed to pursue themselves as she would not move away from meeting him. He stated her fear, and of course, it was true. But, without fear, there was no courage. Between her eyes creased, slightly suspicious of why he asked these questions. She didn't completly understand what he was asking, but soon it made sense to her. Did he know of her past? Or was he a locked up horse, as she had been... then why was he here? She just misunderstood, but she took in the main question: How does it feel to be free? She was hesitant to answer. Well... it just wasn't what she expected. The chains were off. And she never had to go back. How did it feel? Probably the greatest feel she'd ever let through her mind. She began to answer the first question, watching him eat the lone standing flower first, it's deep red dissappearing into his throat. She didn't care how many they killed, she knew she was enough to be here. "You seem so interested in me, brute, and yet I have no clue your name. I am here for whatever the herd will need me for, and if they want me for nothing, I'd like to hear it from the leader." She said, her eyes darkening slighty.

+ Yes, fear beat her chest, but she still wanted to make sure this brute didn't think he was in controll of her by letting him ask all the questions to her. She could tell from his position and head hieght, this couldn't be the lead stag. She still stared at him, as he ate, her eyes wouldn't show the weakness of looking away. She wanted to let him know that she knew of his presents, her eyes frilling into him, yet so beautiful, her soul hid behind them. "Freedom is not a word to be spoken about by me, I do not live under it's rule." She said, her words slightly off by a crack in her voice of a slight interest to the thought that fear was melting away, being replaced by an anger, but she knew better than to get it out of control. "Are you part of the ownership of this herd?" She asked, it was her turn to ask the questions. She felt something off about this stag, he seemed to have known she was there a long while ago, had he been following her?

+ She looked away from the stag, and looked around at him. He was bulk, thinner legged than a normal tricorn, or maybe he wasn't, she'd never seen but one. He had the looked of an obvious killer, she'd be surprised if he wasn't part of these lands. And, what made her most nervous, was the fact that he looked like a forcer. She knew their dangers all too well, that's how she entered the world. She'd always thought of a stag that fell for her head-over-heels. She hoped one day she'd find him, but standing in front of this brujo made her fear come back once more, not as strong as the last time, though. She knew that there was no reason to fear as long as she stood her ground, and showed no fear.

+ Speaking to the atmosphere, no ones here, and I fall into myself +[/sup]

[Life Means Death_™]

Strong hoof beats could be heard echoing through the cavernous city. Soon a ruby stag emerged from the shadows, with lofty crest and piercing ambertite optics. A prince he was, Yang to be presice. As he passed the femme he stopped and dipped his head politely. He greeted the stag in a similar fasion. This femme seemed to be from distant lands, herd? No one had headed a heard for a long time. Horses had single mates these days.
"Femme, are you from afar? I have not seen a heard as such for a long time. I suppose the closest you'd get to one of those these days are the tribes of Draconians and Tribals out in no man's land. I am Yang, prince of the sothern provinces and son of Zaffara, former dark king." He dipped his skull curtiously again. He didn't bother introducing himself to the stag, for he had seen him about the city before and no doubt he knew of Yang, the Prince. He thought for a moment, then added,
"The queen of us Neuvils is Rin, she sits upon her throne at the center of the city. I am, I suppose, next in line for that throne if she does not bear child soon." With that, he made to leave, but slowly incase she replyed with a question.

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[[Everything in Heaven & Hell*]]

*Martello grinned slightly.He had hit a nerve with Wingz,but he didn't care,her next lyrics made him raise his crown,"It's true I know nothing about you,as for my name,hardly anyone around these lands knows it,it is something I can treasure,my name being its own."It was strange that he had spoken so much,but this minx cast a shadow,he wanted to know more about her,he was confused,if a mere minx could do that to him,what else could happen?

*Confusion floated around him,his aura flickered slightly,changing as did his mood.If only Rin,the leaderess of this land wasn't due,maybe if she died,he shook his head, as much as he hated minxes,Rin was an acception,the minx was a great ruler,and was due to have a foal,maybe if it was a colt,the new heir would come.He grinned,raising his head slightly he raised a brow at what she had said,'Freedem is not a word to be spoken about me' He laughed slightly,"Ah,but Wingz.Most live under the rule of freedom,others live under the rule of those Humans Those filthy creatures that force us to be in cages,chains,force us to preform.Tell me,I am close,for I know the signs of a half-tamed equine" His dagger stamped quickly and he laughed slightly,"no,no,I am not the leader,since folly is not upon me,I can not stand the sight of the herd bickering over petty things,besides there is no herd,",Martello grinned as his tail curled round.

* Matello smirked slightly,tossing his crown,"Never seen a Tricorn, before,have you?" He asked,before raising his head,was it who Martello thought it was,he grinned slightly,it was! Yang the Prince was here.I nodded my head at the Prince,"Greetings Yang," Martello spoke coldly."When is it due,Yang?" The brute asked,not caring weather he answered,"And where have you been,most of us have not seen you around,we were worried!" Martello grinned slightly,it wouldn't do to annoy Yang,but Martello couldn't help it.

[Life Means Death_™]

Yang's harks flicked. Matello seemed in a quizical mood today obiously. He turned his head towards the tricorn stag, wearing a puzzled expresion. "when's it due?" What an odd thing to say. Rin was not in foal, she probably never will be. Obiously the bruja had miss heard his words.
"I beleave you are mistaken. Rin has no husband, so bearing child would be foolish. No, she has strange policys that equine, and breeding is not one of them." His tone was brisk and almost aloof. It gave him pride to have greater knowlage of the inner workings of their socioty than most. But soon he must make the perilous treck to the ice city and visit his fiancee again. The beautiful Star lust, daughter of the light king.

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[,.[ c a r n i v a c ].,]

Wingz watched as a stag came towards her. Obviously, this stag was a high horse in this lands from the height he let his head go. She listened to his words, not responding to any, but bowing very low through the whole words, and listening to everyone. Did this mean she was accepted?? She felt her heart jump as she knew it was true. She would fight to the end with the herd. As soon as he turned away, she looked at the stag in question near to her, her heart filled with too much excitement in fear to be contained, so she talked faster than she wanted. "How do you know me? Have you been stalking me ever since I left?" She asked. This stag seemed to know, she'd left the circus and everything, and he got every remark she'd called 100 % correct.

(ooc/// I am SOO SORRY this sucks so much, my lame ass loser freak brother is a jerk and wants on >.<)