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R A I S U R

Darkness surrounding me.

It ate at me, peeling away the very essence of my being, clawing at me from every corner until I felt suffocated. The trees, standing tall and high, spread out evenly with just enough gap for me to run through to try and flee. Though it was dark, the Sun - the horrible, horrible sun - was glowing ominously, maliciously, over the mountains, beginning to fade and set darkness down on the land and further trap me in the blackness. This seems to be happening more frequently, so more frequently that I'm always running from the darkness to the light where I'm comfortable, until I see the Sun and that same feeling of being hunted arises and sends me to flight once more. Is there ever going to be a place I can feel safe in?

Doubt it.

Listening alertly to the sounds of night falling and my rhythmic, panic stricken hoof beats across the terrain was easing my mind. Don't get me wrong, I love the sounds of the creatures of the night. It's comforting, and welcoming, but it's the darkness I don't like. Too familiar to when the beasties hunt me or when my sister started all this. Ever since that kick, it's mostly hell. Sure, sometimes I'm okay and normal, but other times, it's always fighting and running. Seems like the running parts taking over. Oh, don't feel sorry for yourself. It's just because you pushed me out of control. Tombstone's Revenge. The idiot just won't leave. Who's the idiot? You, obviously, and I don't like watching. And you think I do? Of course.... Haha, I win, he's quiet again.

I can't help myself. I have to whinny in victory, and stop my running.

See? I'm normal sometimes. Walking with my head held high, I knew I'd won and I'd bettered Tombstone again, so everything was fine. Right? Of course. See, when the beast won't let you win, what are you? You're hopeless. One hundred and ten percent hopeless. Always will be, too, at the rate you're traveling at. Oh damn. Is that a beast at my leg again? A shrill cry of pain echoes around the surrounding land, then I realize I'm the one who made the noise.

Like those beasts from my dreams, teeth were sinking into my leg, cutting at it, except they were larger than the teeth of any beasty I'd met so far, and much sharper and more painful. They didn't shred side to side, but went straight in and clamped tighter and tighter. Another horrific scream, and I can't help but watch in mesmerizing amusement. The shiny yet somehow rusted liquid looking surface seemed harmless, clamped onto my leg like a bur to my tail, it seemed natural even. But it hurt. And slowly but surely, was beginning to be covered in a red fluid, thick and clumpy and sticky. My blood, staining my white leg. Aw man, I liked that stocking. Now it's just ruined.

That's when the screams were replaced with hysterical laughter.

{oOc}Not my best work, sorry, lack of muse, haven't rped him in ages =x

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M.o.z.a.r.t

Do I sound mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed
Every action has a point, five points make a fist
You close 'em, you swing 'em, it's hurts when it hits
And the truth can be a b*tch, but if the boot fits
I got an idea: You should get a tattoo that says "Warning"
That's all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left and save breath, And avoid you, sober and upset in the morning....


If there was one thing I was thing, it was hatred for that Fantom, for being a f**king wanderer into my lands and takingmy herd. I would have revenge, someday soon. I would kill him and take my rightful place
as Queen, once again. Setting me aside like that; I couldn't handle. My heart grew blacker and filmier by the day. Every time I saw him, blood covered my vision. Hate, hate, hate. Damn. Would if ever stop? My eyes lost their spark, I stumbled along. Pitiful. Others saw me in disgust, recognizing me of the poor little mare who was upstaged by a loner. I would get Fantom, for sure. Was anyone else feeling this? This rage that drove me mad? I wanted to die, but that was far off. The spirits talked to me. I was slowly going insane. Which is why, when I heard the laughter, I thought it was the joker in my mind, about to steal my thoughts and replace them with nothingness. I stumbled blindly through sharp brambles and overgrown briars, finding my way out Cutberry Downs and into the unknown. I never traveled so far. I was psyhcotic, a bloody instinct infecting my life with cruel miserably. I found my way to the screams, and the laughter, torturing me with needles dipped in poison. Blood. Blood. Hate. Was that all I could think of anymore? I had been happy once. I led fairly, with Twilight. The stupid b*stard left me. Abandoned me. Left me for dead, or as he supposed. I had been normal once. I hadn't been so.. dark. I saw through the broken branches, and what I saw was a stallion, a crazy one at that. Ha. I was crazy, too. I showed myself, stumbling over rocks in my path, which seemed to look like.. heads to me. "Hi." I said stupidly. I didn't like my voice. It sounded choked and dead. I wondered why his tortured soul was led to a source of crazed happiness. "I'm Mozart." I sounded flat. Useless to the normal, naked eye. But normal things were content. Normality meant to live.. like others; happy once more. I was impaired to the naked eye, and obviously this one was, too...


I wanna scream, "F*ck you Lucy!"
But the problem is I love you Lucy
So instead I'ma finish my drink and have another
While you think about how you used to be my lover

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R A I S U R

The little beast clinging to my leg just let go.

I knew he would. None of the monsters like it when I laugh my deranged laugh. He scampered away, to the metal chains length and sprung open, a trap once more. Told you you're an idiot. Why do you say that? You imagined the trap coming to life and attacking you. What trap? Never mind. That's what I thought. I hate Tombstone's Revenge. Ever since he lost control and became the voice inside the head, he's been so stuck up. No one likes a cocky egotistical stallion, now do they? I don't, and I don't think others appreciate it either. But others don't appreciate me, either. They think I'm strange, different. But they're all the same. So who's the truly insane one? One who acts different and actually has a personality, or those who are synthetic and all the same? The synthetic ones. They're so... boring. No entertainment, just striving to be the best, or be the most something.

What was that thing that decided to interrupt my train of thoughts?

She seemed... almost right. Almost not synthetic. Almost. Like she was just beginning to come to the right side, my side, which no one dared go on for reasons I can't explain. It's like the dark side, we have cookies. Haha! I am so funny. Hey, Mr.Comedian, you have a visitor. Oh, yeah. Right. I knew that all along. Sure you did. I did! But there's no point in arguing, right? Right. Oh my God, she speaks! No one's spoken to me in like, ages. Wow. Play it cool. Tombst- Oops. Sorry. Raisur. Wow, I haven't spoken to anyone since I took over, have I? It's been just me and Tombstone having conversations. Of course I'd say his name. Mozart. Now that's a name I haven't heard anywhere I've been, it's unique, like her.

I must have made the wrong first impression. She's not synthetic.

For all you know so far, that is. My opinion on someone is always wavering and changing, so don't listen much to the voice in my head. Why can no one else hear Tombstone's Revenge chatting away, and me responding? Why do they always think my silence is brooding? Must be another synthetic thing. Disappointing. Haha, I'm almost tempted to say 'my life is a raging inferno of hell and torment. I killed my father. I am feared. I should be Dark King.' That's how all those who fight for the title seem to be now, anyways. Even my own parents were. Disappointing lineage, huh? Oops. Spaced out again. I wonder if she was like that, if she wanted titles to prove her worth. Titles are pointless, petty namesakes. Its your actions and relationships that really matter, that make you great. If you can achieve it without a title, all the better.

At least that's how I see it.

I can feel the movements in my legs before I even recognize telling myself to do so, listening to the hollow echo of my hooves against the terrain, though I'm keeping a weary eye on that trap, the other surveying her as I circle her. You seem to be upset. I observed, but didn't ask about it. Asking is one thing, demanding is another. Those who demand seem to be coming all over the place, don't they? It's impressive to find those who inspire fear or honor, loyalty or despair without demands. But I haven't found any yet, and I know I'm not like that. I could be... couldn't I? Anyone could, with the proper training, I guess. But it's so much more fun to be unique. Woe is the never ending strains of life. That's all we ever do now, isn't it? Think. Obviously, nothing wrong with that.

Maybe I need a little more action to get my life back on track.

{oOc} Just started getting muse for him back >.> he's... interesting... XD sorry for the length, he seems to like Mozart though ^^ he's not usually this friendly

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(OOC: Mozart is ripped up for a few things. I think they'll get along nicely ))

I didn't expect him to talk, I thought he'd look at me weird. Or run. Or spit or something along rude lines. But he was... almost pleasant. I found myself swallowing my pain. Wow. I was honestly going crazy, and the feeling sent me spirraling down to a dark hold, like a plane without wings, or a bird without hollow bones. Hollow. That word made sense, in my hollow head and my hollow heart. "I am." I said dully, expecting his reaction to be 'aw, don't worry, pitiful mare'. I wouldn't settle for any answer like that. "You seem hysterical." she mused softly to herself. He wasn't going to ask, by his expression. My expression was angry, raged, and hated. Or my face was crumpled in pain. Or it was dark and hollow. I already knew I had changed, my mind didn't work to correctly. I knew that much. I twisted my face up, trying to smile. The fixture felt odd. It hurt. I frowned again, uselessness aching my heart and ringing like a scream in my mind. I heard the laughing again. That was me this time. Only it was painful laughter, and it was carving me inside out, spilling my blood in the rivers and poisoning the predators.

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R A I S U R

I seem hysterical?

Try, afraid of the dark, afraid of the sun, afraid of foals, haunted by monsters, and having a secret voice hidden in my head. Oh, wait, that's me. You could call it that. A slight smirk etched its way on my lips, studying her faceand all the mixed emotions that crossed it. What is she? She seems... not light, dark? I can't say, because I can't tell. I have only met lights and darks, but I haven't been around either race long enough to tell what classifies someone as what anymore. So what brings the distraught lady into my presence? She didn't have to answer, she should know that without my saying it. Just an attempt at small talk. And distraught lady? Those seem to find me all the time, except I'm no help. Usually, I add to the agony. But, as I'd said before, there was something different about this one.

Something very... interesting, you could say.

{oOc} sorry, lost a lot of muse o.o

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((OOC: Wouln't it be cool if they could be mates? We'd have to rp it out, of course ;D ))

"My herd was stolen and my mate was killed." I replied darkly, all my rage returning for that Fantom. She would definitely fet Fantom for poisoning her mind, her soul, her heart. She was forever screwed, all because she answered a challenge. and Twilight hadn't been there to fight the stag off. Who set this screwed rules, that mares couldn't protect the herd they led? Whoever did, she hoped was dead, six feet under the ground, or rotting slowly away. A wicked smile crept up her face, only for her to yelp in pain at the feeling. See? I was messed up. I used to smile all the time. It caused me pain now. I wondered how this really happened. If I was mature, I would have left and shook it off. If I was already crazy, I would be acting like this. what if I had been insane all along? what if everything was a dream, a joke? I shivered. "Are you like me?" I said coldly. I hoped so. I wanted a friend, someone like me, so I could live through this hell with someone... I rather liked. Raisur could be my life, if he wanted to. and he was interesting to, by far.

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R A I S U R

Oh, I'm like you in many more ways than one, that's for sure.

My own past, back from my troubled colthood up to this moment in time rendered me still for a moment, deep in thought, before I could feel that familiar insane smirk creeping across my lips and I knew I was fine once again. More than you think, yes, I am like you. Sure, there were some distinct differences in our stories. For one, I killed my sister and stole her herd, but then my then-lover disappeared and I died inside again, went back into this hysterical mental state that she hated but had me in so often. As if expecting her to be coming up behind me right now, my ear flicked back, but all I heard was the hammers of the beasts waiting for me to fall under the black blanket. Damnit, was it coming already? Why so soon? I couldn't help myself because I didn't know I'd done it - I growled. Yes, a growl. Telling the beasties to leave me be for now.

Oops, probably scared her.

Unless there were more similarities than I'd previously thought and she thought nothing of it. But of course, that's a reaction I've yet to see out of anyone. Most either pretend it never happened, walk away watching me expecting an ambush, or run. Yeah, they run, great for my confidence. Daddy dearest disowned me, mommy just stopped seeing me. Basically the same thing. My sister stood by me, until I killed her. Wow. I am so deranged... All alone, then, I presume? More of a rhetorical question, I think I know the answer. Oh, you must love my mind. It jumps so randomly, so hard to follow.

She'd learn to follow it soon enough.

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I was lost in my own thoughts about foal hood. About hoe I couldn't remember a damn thing, how it had been lost in the destruction of my well-being. So he was like me, I figured that much. I wasn't alone. I felt a faint flicker of relief- a good feeling- until it was washed away by the black wave o doubt, rage and... lostness. "Yes. Alone." she said, a tear slid down her cheek. she quickly tried to hide it. Thatv was a weak move, Damn. His thoughts did flicker around often, but I could get used to that. After all, I had been encountered with many horses. But not one reminded me of Raisur, even though I could see all these bloody horses deep in my head. Clearly. My mind settled on Fantom. Him. He made me into this. But maybe I could learn this way. Maybe me and Raisur could be... something more. It has been a long time since hope glimmered somewhere, anywhere, inside of me. I wuished this hope would turn into a wild fire. Burning, raging, with all the strength of good memories. Laughing. Running. Who are you kidding? The Joker of my mind said. Your forever screwed. Get used to it. I could do that. I could live with Raisur. We would kill Fantom manically someday.

I smirked. It didn't hurt.

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R A I S U R

I can fix that.

After all, who better to mend a broken heart than one who one gets along with? Aww, she's crying. Okay, okay, it was one tear. But it was still a tear. That's sad and... some more sad. Are you so sure you're alone, or am I not what you're looking for? After all, you were drawn into my presence and you're in front of me. I don't think I'm imaginary. Though that would explain a lot. What if I was imaginary and existed only in the figments of others minds, and that's why it's so hard for me to find company and why she feels alone even though I'm right here? Interesting concept. A chuckle escaped my voice box, clearly amused with my own mind. Aren't I always? You said I was stuck up. That's because you are. Well if that's the case, you are too. You lie. Do not! Do too! Baby. I don't want to play this game. Go suck your thumb. I don't have one.

I win again.

Oh yeah, I'm talking to Mozart, too. Duh. LALALALALA. I can't hear you! Real mat- LALALALALA. Okay, he's quiet again. I don't have a herd per say, Yet. but you're more than welcome to stay with me if you'd like, herdless and homeless as I may be. I could hear my voice fading off at the end. I used to be a mute you know, wouldn't talk to a single soul. That lasted for a year after my 'accident' that rendered me this way, but I am glad for that accident because I have a new outlook on life and it's fun, until Naussica broke my silence. So, if I was still mute, I'm sure Mozart would think I hated her and she would become even more lonely. I still believe actions speak louder than words, though. Stretching out my neck, my muzzle pushed gently on her forehead, and I savored the feeling of touch under my whiskers.

I haven't had contact with another in a long time.

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I leaned into him, it felt good to be with someone. I wondered if Twilight was watching. From my mind. Or something. I would kill him, too. Hahaha. "Your not imaginary.". I said. I didn't want this to be a dream of mine, it felt so real. It was real. I knew it. "I don't care about herds."My voice ended in a deadly poisonous low voice. Yes, Fantom wouldn't be living much longer. If he had a queen, I would kill her, too. Maybe Raisur could help me, or maybe we could challenge another herd. "Have you ever challenged a herd?" I asked, my voice quiet. I wondered if he could win. He was large. I think he could.

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R A I S U R

Ah, challenges.

A coy grin spread across my lips, and I savored the feeling of the wicked muscles carving it across my facial features. Yes, of course I have. I killed my own twin sister for her herd. Wow, was that pride in my voice? Well, it deserves to be in there, I guess. What did you have in mind? I just knew, deep down inside, I would enjoy her answer. I haven't had a fight in such a long time... my muscles seemed to ache for one at the possibility that was now arising, for me to show my fighting colors. Yes, I did become a different horse when I was fighting. I showed my parents spirit, it's grand. The feeling of flesh beneath my teeth or hooves, that drove me for past insanity. I'm so sadistic, must've gotten that from mother's side.

I love lineage.

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My mind swirled with happiness. He killed his sister! Impressive. "I need to kill Fantom. He is the lead stag of Cutberry Downs. If he didn't kill him, I would. "It's the Neutral herd.. Or, perhaps, we could challenge the Dark king. His mate died, I think. He would be an easy target. "Or we can kill the Dark king, Joker. Or drive him out.. I needed to see something die, my apologies. Something needed to be crushed. Just something. I was becoming evil!. It was actually a joyous feeling, to cause terror and pain. I could bend to it. Forget Lights, the weak ones who refused to fight. Forget them.. I smiled wickedly.

Raiur and I could be unstoppable, if we wished.

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R A I S U R

The wonders and woes of herdlife.

Would I even fit in a herd right now? Would they even accept me in a herd at all? Possibly. But I wouldn't fit into a neutral herd, my dear. Thoughtfulness. It seemed to radiate off my voice and into my words as I pondered. Doesn't the Dark King have powers? I'd imagine he is expert at them as well. I don't know much about powers, how to get them, how to advance them. Anything. And besides, what's the point beside having them? They always have a weakness. Fire's is water, earth's is air, or so I'm told. Water. That, above all, is my favorite element. I guess it's a trait inherited from my mothers side, as she moves with liquid grace, something that passed onto myself, yet my sister inherited the choppy movements of our father. I managed to stick to the Friesian build, with only paint markings. Haha.

So many breeds, and of course I ended up with that.

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I stomped frustrated once again. "Yes. He is expert fire. I muttered. "He probably won't use those powers.. How useless I sounded. Pitiful. Rage stormed through my heart again, a black wave sweeping out all other emotions. He didn't want Neutral because they weren't that Dark.. but wait.. that's wasn't true. Neutral herds met not choosing Light or Dark. Integrated was the mix. Raisur.. Neutral isn't Light at all.. I said quietly. My mind whirled. It really hurt.

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R A I S U R

Neutral wasn't light, but it wasn't dark either.

There was one land I went to, where the most 'evil' alliance was Thestral. Immortal beings doomed to walk the earth without a beating heart, who killed for joy. Darks killed when neccessary. Here, it was different. Oh so much different. Neutral probably wouldn't suit me, probably wouldn't accept me either. Expert fire. I repeated, pondering. What would it take to become expert water? Powers weren't my thing. They just weren't. My aunt was a Thestral, she had many powers, yet refused to use them. She said they made someone weak. I pretty much agree. Neutrals would loathe me. I knew that wicked grin was still there. Oh yes, that was true, but it would make it all the more fun, now wouldn't it? But could a dark live in a neutral herd?

It's been done before.