Her [[Distorted]] Face

[wolfofsilence]

You try your hardest to perfect your explanations...
You lie until they've run out of questions

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The shadowed fae stood on the pathway that lead to a certain place. She didn't care. She was a loner type figure. She didn't cared if she was taken into a herd or not. She blinked her inky orbs. They were distorted. Her past haunted her every thought. She sighed. She licked her maw. A muscle twitched in her nape. She breathed in deeply moving the tense frame by her chest. Scars marked her body showing everyone that she was exposed to attacks that she couldn't stop. Well...she could have. She didn't, though. She was afraid of her father. She could only do so much. She stood still upon the sod. She wasn't even thinking about her past.

She really didn't want to remember. She wanted to forget. She couldn't forgive. She wouldn't forgive. Never. Her father had done so much damage upon the fae that she could never forget or forgive. She hoped the damn stag burned in hell. Today she was all right. She didn't feel like killing or hurting anyone today. She seemed depressed, actually. She was pondering too much about her past. Her sire, really. No one else. Just her sire. Not a sire. A damn bastard who didn't understand how to treat his only babe to her knowledge that is. Maybe he had found a new mate.

She didn't care. She hoped the damn bastard died and burns in hell for eternity. She sighed. She needed to get her father off her mind. She pushed her pillars forward on to hard terrain. One dagger in front of the other. Just like her mother taught. A soft grin grew upon her maw. Her mother was the most gentle and sweet dam a babe could have. She was sweet, gentle, kind, knowledgable, and most important supportive. She remembered a time when her mother had taught her to swim. She stopped moving and went back in time.

Flashback: An auburn fae stood near the water's edge, telling her babe, Kanna to continue moving her pillars. "Never give up," she exclaimed. Kanna continued pushing herself forward. Never give up were her dam's words. She would never give up. She pulled herself to the edge and pulled herself out of the water. She was panting heavily. "That's my girl," her mothe spoke. A large smile grew upon Kanna's face. Her mother was proud of her. She seemed so happy that her babe could swim by herself. All of a sudden, a bloodstained stallion came out of the forest. "Papa, I can swim," the little babe said to the stallion. The stallion smiled. "Good girl," he muttered.
End of flashback

Distorted shook her cranium from the memory. Probably the only memory she had of her parents both together and happy. She remembered her father being very lustful toward her mother. She hated that, but she didn't care if her mother was all right. When she died, Kanna was very depressed. She would remain in the shadows of the herd of her parents. She hid, until one day, her sire attacked her. She received majority of the scars that day. She hid longer in the forest. She was afraid that her father might come for her again. He did. He added the large scar on her lower limb. This was the most obvious scar among her collection of others. She ran away and change her name. Distorted. She wasn't sure what caused her to change her name to that. She didn't mind. She liked the name, actually. It was different and distorted.

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song reference; Breathe Today - Flyleaf
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[elemental]

Amonstro

I'm a creep

I had nothing in this world. No minx, that I had once loved. NO, I actually hate that wench. Her distasteful glare at me. But no matter her abuse to me, I can't forget her lithe figure so infectious. SO beautiful, non can reach the same for my lust of her. She captivated my soul, my love, but mostly my lust. I thought that feeling was precious but it was nothing different then any other stag wanting a mate. And in the end I figured I am pathetic and perverted stag. Looking for his next contraption, his next pleasurable object. Then again, I was strong enough to with hold such a temptation, and I had accumulated a strong resistance against my personal emotions. A thing I have learned over the years. To allow myself to mend, at least to its own best ability. I sought nothing. No minx, no stag to challenge, but most of all, I sought absolutly... nothing. And I knew war was upon us, sadly, but true I looked forward to it. Gore, crimson, screaming, is a chance to let every thing unfold in me. All the rage, sorrow, pitifulness, to be released, and my golly I will be a rampaging monster. I knew not when the war would begin. Only deep inside my withering soul I could feel a change in this world. Something, beyond our knowledge capacity, something extraordinary was occurring. But I could not pin point exactly what this bone chilling feeling was. Only that change was upon us. And only when I was called would I know exactly what my goal in this world was. But I only felt the need of wandering, and maybe a cozy....chat. Well I admit defiantly not a cozy chat. For I am no cozy stag.

The wind, I had felt a change in it. As though the billowing direction turned into a tornado, and circled around the tresses of my withers. But it moved on, in a complete opposite direction, which I had not been expecting. And then there was a chill running through my spine. It made me stop all for movements. My dial, high and curious, what had happened. It was a gut feeling, and my instincts roared some craving I wanted, but I couldn't find it. It was as though something was my nicotine, but some idiot hid it from me. A growl erupted from the depths of my barren and monotoned voice. It was not a cry, but angry acknowledgment, of what he wanted. But couldn't have. It pissed, his tormented mind beyond comparison to anything. Even his own wench. It was un exploited feeling. So unnatural, it had actually made me fearful, in which I was frozen still, for quite some time. Until as quickly as it had appeared, the instinct, the addictive drug, everything vanished. And for those moments, I though of myself as truly crazy. I had strayed so far from my sanity, maybe I had finally succumb to some mental hallucinations. I shook my head, in a crazy attempt forget. And go back to my brooding self. But I had become addicted to figuring out what this curious feeling was. I finally was able to move. But my pillars were numb, and I had felt very skittish. Even so, I kept my dignity, and forced myself not to flinch at the running rabbit.

And when I had looked up. THe, wind now at a different direction brought new, and unexpected scents to my nares. A femme was one, another was well trees, and then the rabbit who had run. I had an urge to follow the winds direction. But my pillars moved against it. I didn't have any control, I felt as though I mustn't know what feeling had elapsed through my facade. So I simply locked that part of my mind. And leaving it for my subconscious to figure it out while I take my pleasure with another femme. It was a whiles walk until I saw a glimpse of her beauty. And of coarse, I am a shallow brute, and thats all I look for... beauty. I would never talk to an ugly beast. It would be a waste of my time. SO I had scampered closer to her. My tassel, no more a skin covered rope. Which if I had known what a lion was. I would call it merely like a lions tail. But of coarse, such knowledge of creatures on different lands doesn't quite fit in to my mentality. So I whipped this skin weaved tassel at the sides of my darkened crimson suit. And found a deep voice to cut through my loud vocals,

'' well well, look what the cat drug in.

Missy, who be you"

He spoke casually, and found no need to introduce himself first. its not as though he would have anything for her. Just to see where this little chat would lead him. SO he continued a more addictive walk towards her. He was simply orbiting her with very slight curiosity. But his obnoxious optics looked quite dull as he looked through her imperfect stance. The scars laying burdened on her coat. And feisty little temptation in her. That most little minx's seem to have these days. Abused, Running away, or what ever her past was. He had to acknowledge her a brave little minx. and that gave him a bit more evidence for him to stay just a while longer. To figure out the contours of her mind.

Count: 0916
mood: curious, angry
notes: if you read the new plot started you'd understand the little weird chills he got. Just cause one of the leaders is starting to call others towards her. RIght then its not for him but it will eventually haha
status: complete:incomplete

[elemental]

alrighty done ^-^

[wolfofsilence]

The distorted fae went back and worth on different thoughts. They ran through her head. She wasn't sure what to think anymore. She was out of it. Her tongue licked her maw as she watched her surroundings. She spotted a stag out in the distance. She shook her nape, and her mane smacked her. She yawned. Bored out of her mind. She looked over at the stag. She snorted. She blinked. Would he be worth her interest? Probably not. She didn't care.

"You don't seem much better yourself," she muttered. She spun around so she would be facing the stag. He was bloodstained color upon his pelt. His optics were darker than his pelt. She blinked, again. He was a quite a handsome stag in her opinion. "My name is Distorted," she said,"May I inquire yours?. Her tail swayed from side to side. Her pelt gleamed in the sunshine. She snorted again. Would something happen or not?

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current mood; bored
comments; all right. sorry the post is so small. i have no muse.

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[elemental]

Am I really that handsome, that amazing, when hear about all the blood I have spilled?

My optics were full of interest. But this interest was not indicated on the victim before me. But more of the experience of such paranormal occurrence. The such unusual experience had caught more attention then the minx. Who was, lithe,beautiful, well basically a normal minx -from first glance-. And his judge mental mind kept her at a distance from sparking his lust. And with a flick of his lion like tail. That could no longer free him from the grip of insects. He raised his dial in a quite proud and egotistical appearance. For he wasin aditude. No mercy, only revenge. No happiness only hate. That was a decent philosophy to live by. And so Amonstro has. Abandoned all hope of love.

I watched her maw flicker open. And I heard a rambled melody come from the opening. And it was no more musical then mine. It didn't have a wavering pitch of her being over ecstatic that a stag actually came. But to tell one the truth. I didn't necessarily 'want' to meet a minx at this time. My mind didn't have the patients. But I sucked in the annoyance and glanced at her. Allowing her to listen to my monotone vocals. That was stone washed and optics that held nothing but the seeking of revenge.

'Well distorted, I be Amonstro, wanderer, and a seeker of no land. NOw I don't wish you to expect me to grant you a home, a life, a mate. I have nothing for you.''

Anonstro, was amazingly in a half decent mood. Even though he was quite annoyed. At least he was able to get his words across. With out making it to nasty of a vocal lashing. But AMonatro had no interest in having a minxx following him around. But friendship was a thing amonstro was in desperate need of. Loneliness can only take one so far.

OOC: ewww, I know took me a long time to reply. With such retarded out come. forgive me. I have had a lot of crap going on. But that is only an excuse so I'll try and make her weave into the plot with amonstro. Like they form a group or sumthin interesting like that.(( really choppy but like you I am museless. actually this is the first time in a while))

[wolfofsilence]

She snorted. She could really care less of what he wanted of her. She didn't need anything. She was stubborn, thick headed. She somtimes ignored equine's comments. She didn't need a home, she could wander. She didn't need a life: she had one: wandering among the equines. She didn't need a mate: she didn't understand what love was like. She licked her maw, and wondered what he wanted from her. "What do you want, exactly?" she asked.

She figured he wanted something. She wondered what. She breathed in and quirked an eyebrow at him. She pondered for a moment. She wasn't really in the mood for someone to aggreviate her. For once, she actually was in an average mood. Nothing pushed her to do something, so she remained relaxed for the time being. Although, he was starting to bother her, unless he said something that would catch her interest, in what she didn't know. Charcoal optics stared at the stag as he stood there. She wanted a responce that would make her stop and think. Maybe he would say something that would caught her attention. She blinked. Maybe. Maybe not.

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mood; um....
comments; sorry it took so long. i haven't been able to sit in front of my computer to actually roleplay on site. =]

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[elemental]

What could Amonstro want. He was in a bored over calmed mood. His optics were blank from his normal conquest of revenge. And his curiosity lost its spark from the first interesting occurrence with the awkward wind. And his shallow optics gazed at her like a solid podium. Nothing to spark interest, and nothing to devote any true emotions. But at least be overjoyed that Amonstro found any reason to stop for a quick chat. For Amonstros mind had been cleared of his traumatizing wench. Or at least the flash backs seemed to be at a halt. Today was the first, he hadn't thought of his lithe figure of a minx, her bright ambitious optics of wishing pain on others. But now he was gazing in distorted optics. And the minxs name reflexes the uncertainty in her optics. The uncertainty in his. And he hadn't thought anything of her appearance. For his interest was not in love, not in friendship. It was as though no life was settled for him. And with a tilt of his dial. The muscles contracting under his neck to make the supple movement. And the vocals, reaching a final buzz to make a short exhausted response. That would leave no mark.

"Nothing distorted, is there anything for me to wish for anymore''

It must have been the most confusing sentence that could ever be responded to. She knew not who he was, or what he did, or how he acted. She looked at his outer exterior, slightly attractive with a well rounded bases for muscle. And with his complexion, he should have answered a mate, a lover, a brood. Anything but questioning is there anything left to wish for. Was there any point left in his life. Amonstro was much off kilter today. Most days he'd have an attitude to flick everyone off. And would know exactly the reasoning for his appearance, and why he was talking to an unknown minx. But today, he was mind shot. Blank, noting, na'da. He simply couldn't think today. Or maybe it was finally the time he was thinking logically. He really didn't have anything left. All he demanded was gore.

As well as the sudden mood change. From angry to annoyed to suddenly reasonable brute. Who didn't really care at the moment. But could only expect a life changing occurrence was coming. And the development was approaching fast. If only he could predict when his life would finally be worth something. Then maybe this monotone voice never would have appeared.

OOC: sorry I got really no muse so I can't get into his muse demanding persona right now >.<

[wolfofsilence]

The distorted fae looked at the stag in wonder. What on earth was he thinking? Trying to create small talk? HA! he failed miserably. She was quite surprised that she hadn't attacked him, yet. She quirked an optic at him. He was quite particular for a stag. Normally, they see a pretty fae, and they would want to rape her. She sneered quietly. No one wanted her. She had hideous marks all over her body, the most obvious one of her face. She didn't care, either. They could rape as many faes as they wanted, too, but if they got to her. Well...let's just say they wouldn't be here for very long.

She giggled at the thought of taking down a creature and killing it. The taste of the crismon life giving fluid within their bodies. She was suddenly tempted to attack and kill something. But what? The stag before her would be too much of a challenge, and she was lazy, so why bother? She yawned and looked at the stag. "I don't want anything," she lied. She wanted blood, but that was out of the question, really. She licked her maw as if blood was flowing from it.

Insanity was a gift. Or so she thought. She received it from her father due to the fact that he brutually scared her for life. "You could wish for a lot of things. Like I, wish for these bloody scars to leave my form. It won't happen. I beg for things, and it doesn't happen. You get use to it after while," she hissed. She was in quite a bitchy mood, today. That was first. She laughed. She was always in a bitchy mood. That's why no one really liked her, in her opinion anyways. There was no soft side to this sharp-edged creature such as herself.

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mood; bored.
music; So I Thought - Flyleaf
comments; rawr. =]

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[moo]

Sweeney Todd

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There was a barber and his wife...[/center]

The Wanderer, he had been called a few times before...

A snort and a flick of the ear accompanied this thought. Wanderer. How stupid, how absolutely stupid. But, at any rate, anything stupid deserved to die...they all deserved to die... Yes, yes, fill the world with crimson seas and let the heavens rain blood! Another snort and a shake of the head. Slightly crazed eyes darted back and forth, seeking, searching for something, just something...but the problem was, what was he searching for?

Ah, the eternal question. Wasn't it? The meaning of life, one's purpose. It was completely lost to Sweeney Todd, especially after what he had done...what he had done to Sunrise...His ears were thrown back, and a broken and enraged whinny escaped from his mouth. Damn it! Why'd he do it? Why didn't he take the time to see her face?! Oh, they could be together, so happy...A quieter whinny followed, much more subdued, more refined...and much more defeated.

It was Lovett. It always had been that bitch of a mare. His lips curled into a halfassed snarl before letting them fall, his eyes downcast. She had been so good to him...but he still could never forgive her...no, never, not ever; she lied to him. Lied. And there's nothing worse than a liar. Nothing, nothing at all. Those liars, their blood must be spilled onto the floor, they didn't even deserve a burial...didn't even deserve to be eaten...

A scent wafted to his enlarged nares. More of them. There was more? A roll of the head and, step by step, he made his way to the two other horses that were engaging in, not really pleasant, but conversation. One, a mare, had thousands of scars all over her body and face, and this made Sweeney's mouth water. Think of all of that blood that must've come out of that mare to get her to be the way she was! His razors dangled from his hips as he approached the two, his head politely bowed, an odd sneer plastered to his face, making him look extremely menacing.

"My apologies if I'm intruding, gentleman, miss," he rumbled. His voice was graveled, shaky, and filled with regret of the past and longing for the future. His eyes locked with Distorted's, then his gaze turned to Amonstro, the stallion. His tail flicked and he pawed at the ground, growing impatient.

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[wolfofsilence]

Dark optics glanced at the newcomer. He seemed different. There was a feeling kinda awkward about him. She growled, slightly. He appeared to be a gentlemen. Distorted knew better, though. Looks may be deceiving. She giggled slightly. "No need," she muttered harshly. She was in a real b.itchy mood today. She wasn't sure why. Well, then again, she was positive that Amonstro had placed her in that mood. She didn't care.

"Who are you?" she questioned. Quite impatient as well. She sighed and opened/closed her mouth. Her teeth made a chomping noise as if she were eating something. She blinked a couple of times. Now, she was bored. Constant mood swings it seemed. She giggled slightly to herself. Looks may be deceiving she thought. She wasn't sure why her thoughts were bouncing around in her head. Then again, she was distorted. So her mind was everywhere.

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mood; rawr. =]
comments; hiya Moo!

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[moo]

Was the mare mad? Giggling, almost in a bipolar manner like that...how odd, how unusual, but Sweeney wasn't really one to talk. He loved the unusual, the non conventional. He sneered at the thoughts running through his head, flowing like an angry river. His tail swatted away at a few bothersome flies and tossed his head once; these flies were everywhere...his ear flickered backwards as he stared right through the both of them; the mare reminded him so much of Sunrise during her last days...when she had gone insane, when he...

He whinnied again, a dark and scary noise bursting from his maw. His teeth gritted together and he snorted; these thoughts, these memories, they haunted him, going through his head and his veins...he hated them, memories. He just hated it. He wished he could forget...but he could never...never forgive, never forget. His ears flew back as his icy blue orbs continued to stare through the pair. He couldn't care less who was around.

"Th'name's Todd. Sweeney Todd." His voice was forced now, a gravely growl that came from deep within his chest. He huffed, his sides expanding largely. "An' you?" He couldn't care less, but this disfigured mare made him a bit more curious. The male, too, but he didn't seem to be saying much to him. That was all for the better. The mare would probably be dead by his hand faster than she could kill herself.

post; icky but complete x3
mood; bored stiff D:
comments; hey. *steals your thing* xD I'm in school now doing things I've done last year already xD

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[wolfofsilence]

She quirked an eyebrow at the one called Sweeney Todd. Odd character wasn't he? Then again, odd was out of the oridinary and always sparked an interest in the mare. She shook her nape trying to get rid of the flies that had gathered there. Little bastards she thought. She licked her maw suddenly thinking of how unusually Sweeney was. This would certainly be an interesting intervention between the equines. She blinked dark optics. She breathed in deeply.

"Distorted," she muttered. Her alias. She disliked her old name. It reminded her too much of the pain she suffered as a filly. She clicked her teeth together again, and looked at Amonstro. He seemed to be silent. She could really care less if he jumped off a bridge and died. She liked that Sweeney. He seemed to have an idea that he could easily take her down with those weapons he had. She snorted. That made her laugh. She seemed like a mare who had taken abuse and did nothing.

It made her giggle. Not laugh, giggle. She had taken him down. Oh she had taken him down. Damn little bastard she thought. He had destroyed her pelt. She knew no stag would be attracted to her. Then again, she could really care less. She was one of those mares that didn't need stags in her life. She could make it by herself. She was tired of them, anyways. They really bored her stiff. She giggled again. She liked being the one who seemed like she couldn't handle herself. Looks may be deceiving. Very much so.

post; complete
mood; shins kill.
comments; all right. fine be that way. D:

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