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Post by Trinity on Aug 5, 2014 15:22:56 GMT -6
Miss matched orbs scanned the terrain for any sign of life. Alone began to describe how the spotted minx was feeling as she looked down at the sod beneath her daggers. A snort fell from her nostrils as she allowed herself to drift into her mind.
Drifting farther from the only place that she had known as home, maim felt indifferent to no longer have someone faun over her or at least hate her very being. Wither it be love or hatred it was attention never the less. The queen was no longer a queen which for her was normal. The attention, or none that she received from J'skar was enough to drive anyone away. The couple had been extremely vein, both of them to blame. He wanted more she wanted more, there was no love between the union of the couple. There was even a lack of lust after the birth of the twins Gladiator and Peacemaker. Maim believed in her heart that it was because of her massive size during the pregnancy, Gladiator had been a beast his size surpassing both of his parents before the age of one.
She left when her children were old enough that they no longer needed her. The minx had vowed during their birth she would never have another. Multiples in a single birth ran high in her family, she being a triplet herself. That brings her to the trip out of her homelands. She left only to be tracked down by her brothers, Massacre had a problem that he needed help with and knew that his sister was the only one he trusted for the job. Massacre knew of the twins and knew that maim had been a mother to at least the colt from the two of them. Most of the time though it was not her decision. The colt was clingy and always watched over her like she would turn to dust at any moment. Maim most of the time would have taken offense to any such thought, but he was her son and she loved him too much to take offense. Their time together was more of a ill pretend to listen mother but i will actually do what i think is best for you. Gladiator was more of a protector then a son, his size made that easy for him at a young age, by the time he was three he was nineteen hands high. He decided to move to the outlands to become a guard and thats when the queen was no longer needed and moved on.
Massacre came in the middle of night, the stallion was known to be sneaky, but his scent gave him away rather quickly, The loud coltine and his pet fox definitely meant that he could not hid. Syndicates mouth was the worst part about him, his appearance not scary to even a young kitten. The colt with his loud colors did appeal to Maim for she enjoyed the brightness. His little fox seemed to just follow without objection, but it paid for him to go along with his owners wishes, pain was never something his pet enjoyed and maim noted that detail early. The growing group expanded once more, when Massacre found their brother Mutilation. The looks that Mut sent his sister from even an early age was something the queen watched with a weary eye. The group taught the young coltine what he needed to survive and made sure he was balanced enough just like the trio, they were all different in their own ways. Maim knew if the colt took in the lessons his life would be successful.
He learned quickly and did not give too much lip when told to do something, even if it was something he did not wish to do. He knew better then to disobey for his father would treat him much as how he did Mutilation. I played the middle just as i had as a child, but with a more strict motherly approach.
The fluttering sound of wings brought maim back to the world. The autumn leaves were beginning to change colors, the whole watering hole looked wonderfully, creative. The leaves crunched underneath her dainty daggers, birds sang as she ventured closer to the watering hole. The aqua clear enough that you could see the sandy bottom. Light blue and crimson colored visionaries stared at the bottom for a moment, before her daggers danced around the edge for just a moment before dancing into the water, the cool feel to the water splashed against her spotted hide and a gentle smile made its way to her lips. The memories of her past slowly slipping from existence and in that moment she felt like a filly once more if only for a short time.
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Post by amity on Aug 16, 2014 16:21:14 GMT -6
M U T I L A T I O N
Throughout the lands, whispers echoed, telling stories of reminisced memories the brute had neglected for a while now. Breezes were cooler than they have been in quite a while it seemed, being on the verge of summer to autumn the scenery around him was slowly changing as well. Whispered sounds danced through the blades of grass below his physique, as well as through the stands of knotted matted strands of his banner. They glided over his masculine tall frame, every so often a break between breezes would allow his pelt to settle and place itself however it landed. His large skull towered over the rocks, grass and valleys that surrounded him now, streams here and there danced with dragonflies drifting across the glass surface, Gerrida were standing on the water awaiting for a drift that would carry them away to yet another body form. Trees dotted the horizon, a dense forest keeping those who needed shelter hidden was visible in the far distance, it radiated across the border of the land. A grey sky hung over the dim lit terrain, while it was still midday the sun had hid itself and graced the land with a period of clouded cool. A distant smell of misted rain was evident, however the grounds were not dampened with rain and there for the light rain was yet to pass through. The masculine stallion stood still for quite a while, towering over everything except for the great birch trees dotted around him, the grass here was tall and came up, just shy of tickling the stags stomach. A ripple began as the brute lifted his weight of his right side and shifted to his left, fallowing the couture of the muscle beneath his pelt. Auricles stood on end, rotating to catch any sounds that did not belong; however none of the sort came to meet them. Whispers of the lands past history echoed along his form, closing his pools the brute took a deep breath as the memories began to feed the burning inside of him.
Mutilation, being the youngest of a trio and in addition the youngest of all his kin, never had his own space, was never ever to discover who he really was or what he wanted. His brother Massacre, always wanting everything to be perfect to be flawless and perhaps the most annoying issue with this being that he knew how to get it done; he knew what to say how to say it and when it should be done. He did all of the thinking, solved all the issues, leaving Mut to be a pawn. Mutilation had no control even over himself, anger brewed for years through every annoying thing that his brother did to him; keeping him in line, quiet and so on. He was the one who got all the attention from everyone, including Maim. A cold chill was sent down his spine as he recalled his flawless, angelic sister; the amount in which he missed even her scent began to make the brutes head run. The mare was a sleek form, tall, pure in color and heart; she was perfection to him. Maim did not try to control him like Massacre, did not make him fall in line to her liking; although she didn’t stop it either. She instead tried to help him grow, tried to develop his social skills and teach him how to get things in life; perhaps she had the artists hand instead for the feelings in which covered him now as he stood alone. The brute held her on such a high pedestal, higher than their mother or father; the thoughts of his angelic sister brought him to provoking himself to form her scent. Warm and welcoming the stallion let out a low bellow, passing his ivory pinchers and entering the cool atmosphere. A rushed feeling covered him, rushing to every inch of his body, raising goose bumps even in the most delicate of spaces. The way the stag felt about this minx, his sister, miam, was not normal; but what did he know?
Opening his optics to the world, something overcame the brute and he began advancing towards one of the water sources around him. Nairs taking in deep, lung filling breaths of warmth, so familiar and welcomed by the brute; a scent he longed to smell for long years since the separation. His sleek coat rippled with muscle, the sun peeking out in waves, shining in the distant trailing rays of light through the clouds; it was then that he made contact with a sharp glimmer in the near distance – Maim. Her white pelt glistened carelessly as she danced on the water’s edge. Grunting with glee she looked so happy in her age, she looked careless, she looked young and worry free. A feeling began to grow inside of the brute, he longed to be over there with his sister, her banners flowing behind her as she floated through the water, playing like she once had as a filly. At this point everything that he wanted; everything his brother kept from him discovering came to surface- and it was right in front of him. Hind legs, bound with muscle and feathers floating through the breeze, were dancing as his eager mind wanted to push is body forward instead he stood. He realized that who he was before wouldn’t be enough to get Maim by his side, wouldn’t be enough to get what he wanted. He jerked his crown high, controlled his hind legs buffed himself up especially in his breast and slowly advanced towards her. He let out a low bellow and fought back a smile, making sure to hide every ounce of overwhelming joy that seeing her brought to him. He exuded a tall stature, filled with power and at the same time majesty. He did not bring his head down to be level with his sister, nor did he get closer than a foot from the water’s edge; though the urge to join her was that of the leviathan’s will power. His mug straight twin peaks pinned forward, white forelock stained with red danced around his cranium with the whispering breezes; the Mutilation that had departed from Maim was no longer present. And he would be sure she knew it. Speaking no words, nor emitting any sounds of any sort the stallion stood and looked upon his soon to be prize; one he had waited for, for such a long time. Feeling overwhelmed but controlling himself he awaited the angel to leave her state of mind and come to realization that her brother had found her. Text | Speech | 1108 Muse: Pretty good, a little rocky at the end [/p][/font][/div][/div]
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Post by Trinity on Aug 17, 2014 18:51:21 GMT -6
MAIM The summer was fading fast leaving no trace of the hot summer fall was coming and fast. A gentle cooling breeze whipped gently through the terrain the hair it flowed gently as she continued to dance around in the water. The leaves rustling as the leaves fell from the trees dancing in a patterns before falling to the ground. The water stained her spotted pelt as she continued to dance through the water and it splashed up her side. She felt as if she was a filly and allowed her problems to melt from her mind at least in that moment anyways. She felt like she was the only one in the world oddly enough she was able to forget about her twins although she loved the two dearly even if her daughter did not love her like her son did. A smile grabbed a hold of her kissers and made its way to her lips as she continued to play in the water. The spotted queens miss matched orbs ventured to the shore and she spotted one of her brothers.
Mutilation? She questioned herself silently as her body came to a halt. She blinked quickly making sure that he was just not a memory from her past. Why had he returned? She questioned knowing that it was not the reason that she had returned to their once homeland. Maim returned to check on Syn and in all see if there was any chance of life here for her in rltw. She wondered if she would find her mothers old home land and see if it was possible for her to have a herd. The queen had about decided that she would always be alone, which in a way was fine with her for she had no expectation of what type of equine she had to surround herself with, she did not have to worry about lack of attention that she had received from J'skar. A snort escaped her nostrils as she was brought from her mind.
Crimson pillars carried her slender frame from the water toward her younger brother. The minx turned her skull to the side as she watched her brother, "Hmm. Mutilation what brings you here?" She questioned raising her invisible eyebrow in curiosity. She watched the grullo beast then for just a moment before her pillars moved swiftly around him. miss matched orbs studied him making sure that he was intact. She snorted lightly watching the stallion knowing that he had a head on his shoulders he did not just use it like his siblings already had. The stallion would use it all in time he was her brother after all. Maim shifted her weight as she watched him, knowing that there was a reason. Maim knew her brothers well enough to know if they sought her out there was a reason behind it there ALWAYS was a reason behind it.
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Post by amity on Aug 18, 2014 13:27:01 GMT -6
M U T I L A T I O N
Birds fluttering in the air seemed to be just dancing and putting on a show for those looking onwards. However, this was a masquerade the birds were not flying in choreographed patterns for the amusement of others. Instead these birds, small and innocent to the eye were actually hunting. They used superior eyesight to target onto various flying, hopping or crawling tiny insects; and after they were targeted, they swooped down and snatched them up in either sharp talons or directly to their beak either way they were all to be digested and would never again have the taste of freedom. Many things in life were like this, innocent at first well disguised and hidden beneath a visage. This was how many operated even unaware, however Mutilation was very aware of how this worked. He was very aware that the words he spoke and actions that he took were misleading, he was aware that he didn’t speak his mind or give correct information so that those involved could have the chance to make a choice to escape, to evade before it was too late. Mutilation knew these things, and behind a cold grin he couldn’t give less of a shit.
Grullo pelt was clean and glistened in the sun’s heat, stretched across a masculine frame and rippling with every movement. Steady exhales and inhales vibrated his wide chest cavity, each ‘huff’ giving a little silent growl through his throat and past his kissers. Twin towers, tipped with dun markings, pinned forward and alert to his sister and only his sister; while aware of his surroundings, she was his – or would be. A twitch of his whipcords flung them into action, crème curtain flung into the air and slapped his hid quarters, causing any flies or those sorts of things to scatter to avoid sudden death; this action was repeated periodically and perhaps gave off the vibe that he was on edge if one was to pay that much attention and be that inquisitive. Nares flared, and with each breath the brute got another whiff of the mares scent; sending a reaction to his front right dagger to shift the weight off and dig a bit into the dirt though this only lasted a second. Her scent drove the brute mildly off the edge of insanity into another state of mind, he felt a urge to get her under his wing for good; so that she would never leave his side, and no one else would contaminate her. After all she was the only truly perfect equine to have existed.
As soon as the mare’s orbs met with the towering brute, she exited her filly frolic and headed straight towards him. Corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk, cold as cold can be on the inside but warm and welcoming on the outside. Now her scent was strong and the smirk spread, hardly visible but still there. His orbs flowed over her sleek frame, fallowing every inch of every curve not leaving one spot untouched by his orbs, and after once he began his second, third…. And so on. As far as the mare went the bastard was infatuated beyond healthy status, and to him this was one hundred percent okay. "Hmm. Mutilation what brings you here?" While he wasn’t sure why he truly had returned to their home land, he could take a stab at why she had returned herself, and that reason was to see the homeland again, she had always been partial to the heat that was present in the land, and she had always been independent. Now her scent was surrounding him as she circled him, and goosebumps were below his pelt, tingling with excitement. His sheath protecting and concealing something growing hard from those outside. Well Maim… I should ask of you the same. His heavy thick deep tones flowed to the mare’s ears. Not quite sure how she would react to a question in response of a question, but willing to take whatever venom she spewed out at him.
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Post by Trinity on Aug 18, 2014 16:06:28 GMT -6
MAIM A deep sigh fell from my lips as he responded with a question. My brothers always had to be so secretive at least in the last couple of years. I should have known especially since i was the one that left them all that time ago. I needed to make my own path and i knew with those two it would have never happened. I blinked then as my listeners flickered back and forth trying to find the mood that they wished to truly be in. A slight bit of irritation flooded through my body and filled my veins. i managed to push it back though at least the best that I could being me. My frame remained calm instead of becoming fidgety like it probably should have. "I asked you first, but I returned to check on Syn. Since my children are grown its not like i have anything better to do." I answered truthfully. I knew that Massacre should have checked on his own child, but my maternal bond was a little too strong to just forget about him, even if he was just my nephew. "Well that and to find mothers lands, i'm curious if her or father are here, i doubt it but its always a possibility." Mother had not wanted us to find father, but i had insisted on finding him. Everyone could blame me for that sour encounter, not that it was any skin off my back.
My pillars shifted slightly and I swayed back and forth gently for a moment. The sound of the birds chirps grew louder as if something was upsetting them. I took a deep breath lightly as my cranium turned gently to the side as my blue and my red visionaries studied the uneasiness of the birds. My neck muscles stiffened lightly and i felt my hair on my back stand up at their actions. Danity crimson pillars carried me from Mut then looking up at the birds, to be like them maybe that would be fun. I realized in that moment that I did want another child, but there was no one that i would want to father one. Task three look for someone worthy enough and that would give me a beautiful child, although it would be from me so it would be perfect. I nodded then lightly confirming that i would find someone to give me their sperm, and it will not be hard... its never been hard.
A gentle grin played on my features as the thought continued to play over and over in my mind. I turned then to look at my youngest brother the smile still on my lips. My heart pounded against my spotted pelt as my mind ventured through the idea. I knew deep down that if i told my brother the plan that he would not want to go along with it so i knew that i needed to keep it to myself. "Alright Mutilation Story time! I told you time to return the favor." I purred lightly then, as my miss matched orbs followed him for a moment but this time keeping my distance from his grullo frame. My crimson and flaxen banner flickered back and forth against my spotted pelt.
"I know it wasnt because you felt the need to come check on our nephew. It is not fitting to lie to Me. Mutilation you know it never works out in the end." I purred my grin grew larger calling him before he had a chance to lie. My brothers never could keep something from me in our youth. While Massacre liked to think he was in charge deep down he knew that I ruled the trio, hence forth why i did all the talking for them. Massacre did not like to talk and Mutilation's slight lisp made some words a problem for him, but it made him the way he is to this day.
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Post by amity on Aug 19, 2014 13:30:46 GMT -6
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A comfort zone is a place in which you feel free to do and try new things, so long as it does not pass the ‘zone line’. Souls who are reserved, do not feel comfortable doing things that others would feel comfortable, such as murder. One that was reserved would never consider murder even the pests that would feast upon their own flesh given the chance. It’s almost as if everything/everyone was above them, what they want doesn’t matter they would give up their life to save that of another; this was not Mutilation. Mutilation was the other extreme, his comfort zone is very extensive, when it comes to sex it’s for pleasure, when it comes to murder, it is for pleasure or to keep himself alive. He had no time to consider what he was altering to another’s life, he could not give two shits about what he was taking away from the world; all that mattered was his world and that’s all he ever thought of. On the inside of Mutilation’s shell was a pounding and throbbing that continues to grow as we speak, it urged him to take control. This need that he was plagued with was that for power. Nothing could satisfy this urge, but Mutilation has been extremely pressured and stressed to feel fulfilled in this area of his mind and will stop at nothing.
Surroundings were bright, even the distant trees were outlined so eloquently, the falling leaves could be seen as a blur as the danced on the wind forming shapes and telling stories as they fell to the earth. Clouds in the sky were wisps and held no scent nor a threat of rain, the rays of the sun shot through them and danced on the tall grass, giving the blades of grass, trees and shrubbery the nutrition and heat that they needed to continue to grow; however cool breezes brought news of a threatening cold that would soon blanket the earth’s canvas. For now, the leaves pleaded for mercy as they fell to the ground, the movements disguised as dances for onlookers; the blades reached up and continued to grow, however the young blades stood no chance to meet with the light and soon after sprouting would die off as if they had never broken ground. Heavy hooves stood, crushing these life giving green blades, sharp edges sliced and cut through the back bone and grounding it into the displaced dirt, along with any ants or insects that stood in the way. Feathers that hid the hoof put a curtain around surrounding blades, blocking out the suns ray’s and depriving them of the much needed nutrition but at the same time kept the blades warm and protected them from cold winds that could end the life span.
Not placed too far away from the colossal hooves, was another set of four, which were daintier and cautious about where they were placed, though still having an impact on the life below. Mutilation inhaled the scent of the vixen in which he so wished to take and have control of from atop even if just a short while. While this was his fantasy he would have what he wanted, he always has and always planned on getting what he wanted. His partner hardened and hidden, the stallion kept his cool with his head held high and his body flexed to perfection, showing off the great shape he was in and radiating independence in his choices. Minx also was holding back emotions but these were in regards to the smart ass question that the threw at her, shortly fallowing was a response that left some to be desired as she held back her anger and annoyance. I asked you first, but I returned to check on Syn. Since my children are grown its not like i have anything better to do Ah yes, children. Nasty, ugly, rude, crazy, rotten children. Maim had plenty and none that were worth mutilation’s time… though if he had his way he could change that. As far as Syn goes, Mutilation knew better and was aware that the colt could easily defend for himself, knew that she need not make an appearance to that bastard. After all, Mutilation would enjoy her company more than he ever would. Well that and to find mothers lands, I'm curious if her or father are here, i doubt it but it’s always a possibility. Mother’s land. The hot and arid land that each of the children had grown up in and grew to love, ah yes, that would be a wonderful destination. Especially for what he had in mind for the minx. Perhaps he could accompany her. However, as far as finding either of those two was the least of his worries and could actually hurt his chances of growing his authority, it was one he was willing to chance just as long as he kept in contact with the delicate flower. Her attention changed to a raucous in the distance, birds fighting for food, making a commotion of feeding time. She began nodding and making a noise almost as if she was purring, and when that hit the stallion’s auds he was caught off guard, poke went his member for a moment or two and zip it went back up. His entire body was tensed up at the noise she made, it was then that his orbs narrowed and realized the nodding mare was up to something, something devious. As a frown crossed her mug, his got sour and he looked disgusted. I know it wasn’t because you felt the need to come check on our nephew. It is not fitting to lie to Me. Mutilation you know it never works out in the end. Oh isn’t she just so fucking cleaver. Reaching down in his deep chest the brute geared up sarcasm for his response, fluid dark tones reached out of his kissers to her auds. Oh now, you are just so clever my dear Maim. He paused, leaving room for her to think and perhaps get fumed at his sarcasm and lash out at him, it wouldn’t be long. I don’t give the slightest shit about that little asshole, he’ll be fine on his own. Even mentioning the young colt left a tinge in his mouth. Pausing again he left room for her to respond, and then continued again. As far as our childhood home goes, that is the reason I am here as well. Figured I’d check up on the place. It’s about time for me to gain my own ranks and settle down; now don’t you agree? Now a cunning grin placed itself on his mug, a dark cold chuckle escaped from deep in his chest and he took a couple steps close to his sister, raising his head above her height and coming within inches of touching her pelt. Breaking his smirk it widened and parted as he spoke his last words in a hushed but still strong and dark tone, nearly directly into her twin peaks. Perhaps you, Maim, would accompany me?
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Post by Trinity on Aug 19, 2014 20:47:51 GMT -6
MAIM My twin-towers flickered back and forth carefully picking out every little detail of the animals surrounding the area. My breath returned to steady, thumping against my chest it knew itself that it was safe. The birds calmed if only for a moment, long enough to chirp a lovely tune. A tune that reminded me of younger days less complicated times, before the twins and even before J'skar. My cranium shook at the thought of J'skar, his self love was enough to keep him immortal. I possessed no love for anyone, the love for myself kept me going it knew that it was enough for me. I was there for myself and it kept me occupied the alone time helped me to reflect on different aspects of my life. I only felt the need to love my young and that was after Gladiator clung to me like a guard. He wanted no one to touch his mother and in that i tried to push him away he needed the push to be set free. He still continued to watch me from a distance and a part of me felt like he still did from time to time. Whenever a small shiver falls over me i know he is watching even if i cant see him.
The love and dedication that he showed was that many longed to have. Gladiator would make someone an excellent mate or even a great leader as protective as she sooty buckskin roan colt had been. The scent of Mutilation filled my nostrils and my attention was returned as he spoke his words filled with venom, Oh now, you are just so clever my dear Maim. Of course i am clever, it was a gift that i was given i was the only filly among the two of them, two colts. i was the oldest and the quickest to rise, the quickest to speak. The strange bond siblings carried it seemed i had been given it all. During the months apart he seemed to have grow a set of balls, he had to in order to speak with a sharp tongue especially around me. My eyes rolled in irritation as he continued on, I don’t give the slightest shit about that little asshole, he’ll be fine on his own. My lips pressed together for a second before opening a little to release a growl. My amusement was long gone. My banner shifted quickly bashing against my pelt much like a typhoon against the land.
As far as our childhood home goes, that is the reason I am here as well. Figured I’d check up on the place. It’s about time for me to gain my own ranks and settle down; now don’t you agree? My eyes narrowed as the chuckle left his maw, as he moved closer my neck shifted to the side, my miss matched eyes glaring at him. It had taken five years for my brother to change and grow into himself, massacre was not around to beat it down. I maybe the smallest but i'm definitely not the dumbest. Perhaps you, Maim, would accompany me? He asked and i snorted my body shifted to the side lightly. "Such a tongue it seems Mutilation." I snarled lightly. "Be it as it may i know he will be fine on his own, I raised him i know he is far more capable. That does not mean that I do not wish to see him. and i WILL." I growled. "if you think you can charm a female to want to stay with you then yes you probably should 'settle down'. Although that does not run in our family.. well anyways." I managed to calm my irritation a tad.
"I'm going to pass Mutilation." I informed him. I wanted my own time in mothers old home. If he was there when i decided to venture there then i would see him then. As much as i loved mothers old lands the heat drove me mad to spend too much time there. The oasis in the middle was the only part that i truly enjoyed, it was more then an oasis though, it was like a jungle. I had a hiding spot that no one knew about when we were young. My eyes blinked and i released more anger that had seeped into my body, too much built up anger caused one to age far more quickly then they would have naturally. I snorted then knowing that it would not be long until his anger boiled over. Our family was not the type to take rejection well, myself especially. I had things i wanted to accomplish before i returned to mothers lands. A child perhaps? I thought to myself for a moment. Weighing my options carefully i would plan my next move carefully.
My pillars danced for a moment, my cranium turned back to him then my odd eyes watched his violet ones for just a moment. I turned away once more knowing that i should find Peacemaker in my ventures as well, but it was her choice to leave at a young age and she could have found me if she truly wanted. Crimson pillars moved once more back towards the edge of the watering hole, silently watching the water move slowly with the autumn breeze. The fish moved wildly, the cold seemed to snap them into over drive. I had a decision to make and soon it would not be an easy one.
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Post by amity on Aug 20, 2014 19:38:31 GMT -6
M U T I L A T I O Nooc: MY MUSE FUCKING SUCKS RIGHT NOW!! Well balanced weight shifted to the side, his orbs wondering over the fine lines of Maim standing in front of him, frown played upon his velveteen kissers. She was standing there, taunting him in ways she didn’t know. His sister had always defended him, kept him straight and did not allow him to be abused by their strict brother, Massacre. But even before that he could remember the crave he held for the warmth of her flesh, the scent of her pelt. It was something he couldn’t pin point, perhaps inherited from their less than pure lineage, perhaps just something that was fucked up about him. Although he never paid any attention to the fact that the way he acted and treated his sister was not natural in any way shape or form, and never received any real ridicule for it, for him it was completely natural and acceptable… well as acceptable as half of the things Mutilation stands for and does. He watched her react to being called clever, it was expected and she seemed to wear a badge on her that says “oh I am cleaver watch out” upon it and she was super proud of it. She always had been, and had a reason to, no matter how often he picked at it for fun he still respected it and strongly admired it. After the mention of Syn, you could all but see the steam rising up off of her, her whipcords slashing the air in annoyance; she was pissed but still held back her lashes at the bastard. Oh how he wished for her to just lunge out and clamp down on him, wished for her to get pissed enough to fight him, it was an often visited thought of his and he knew he had plenty of time for this to be provoked. Her next words did not surprise him, she was always a free thinker and always got what she wanted when she wanted it, and it was done right. She also was not accustomed to his new look per say, his new found freedom that he found the fact that he was not afraid to voice whatever he wanted however he wanted it; and that his terrible lisp was gone, that he no longer needed her to speak for him. Such a tongue it seems Mutilation. Be it as it may i know he will be fine on his own, I raised him i know he is far more capable. That does not mean that I do not wish to see him. and i WILL. If you think you can charm a female to want to stay with you then yes you probably should 'settle down'. Although that does not run in our family.. well anyways. Clearly he had hit a tender spot. Yes, the young lad had been under the triplet’s care for some time and they had taught him a lot, this did not mean the stallion had grown emotionally attached to the extent he felt the need to check up on him. In fact it was in insult to Mut that she felt the need to check up on the colt in which they had taught everything they know. Then again, maybe she was smart to do so. Chuckling darkly, the stallion gazed at the mare with a sharp response Yes, you always have been a good mother, Maim. he looked down on her, a hint of sadness in his orbs which quickly faded as he turned away from her to peer in the horizon to his right prior to moving. From here, he was lost within his thoughts of everything that Maim had done for him, and all of the things he has thought of her, and all the pedestals he had put her on; and then the ultimate thing came to his mind. She was a great care taker, and he would need a legacy; who would be better than her? But how. This was the question.
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