Syn City.

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Hooves gently touched the earth, landing on a soft patch of grass that had grown from between the crags in the cement. He stopping suddenly, his masked eye studying the surrounding scene around him. The blackened optics ran along the vines growing front crags in the walls, the leafy greens beginning to overcome the cemented landscape that once that been inhabited by none other that humanity. It was almost somewhat sickening, crushing the green beneath his hoof, the foliage flattened, its pulp moistening the outside layer. It was quiet around him, and Jigsaw felt fidgety, as if something was watching, waiting. He was an outsider here, unknowing of what lurked around the corners. He knew he shouldn't be here, he should be back at his herd, fighting for his leadership. But this, it was new, and it was calling the stallion, he was strong enough to defend himself, and adventure was knocking at his doorstep. Jigsaw could do nothing but answer.

Without warning, the black mass lunged forward, hooves grappling the twisted mix of fused plant and cement, he gained speed, and without hesitation, his large wings spread, and with a leap, he thrust and pumped his mighty wings, straining with each and every flap, working extra hard to lift his bulky mass off of the ground. the common horse was not made for flight, Jigsaw was not the common horse, her was an evolved species, still a prototype however, flying was hard for him, and he relied on the rushes of coastal winds to do the work of flight for him, simply gliding at peace with the air around him. The art of flying was not something to take for granted, merely something that should be cherished, he moved his feet, almost as if he were cantering, climbing higher and higher in the atmosphere, the air becoming frigid around him, he he still pushed, the adrenaline in his heart turning him into something he was not. No longer a civilized horse, but a beast, craving that ecstasy of the verge of death. And then he fell.

The wind whistled in his ears as his blackened mass fell to earth, twisting and writhing horribly. But it soon became clear that the figure was not falling to his head, for the intense joyous expression that was plastered upon his face was the sign of a free fall. What was exactly what he was doing. Then, moments before he crashed to his doom, his wings unfolded rapidly, and with a light puffing noise, he jerked lightly in air, still descending, however at a much slower pace. With a few muscular pumps of his feathery wings, he once more regained a normal altitude, landing gently on a few moss covered stair steps leading toward a building. He made way back to the street on hoof, still high from the fall that he had done just moments before. And for a few moments, he stood, letting his chest heave in and out, allowing the crisp air the surround him and be sucked in. Then he started forward again, with a light flap of his with here and there, quite unsure of where he was going. After traveling, he become rather weary, and allowed himself to collapse in an alleyway, legs folding under himself robotically, wings tightly folded to his sides. He slept uneasily, more awake then asleep as night dawned upon this hemisphere of the world. And his thoughts flicked back to the fateful day on the cliff, it was then he realized life was not handed on a silver platter, and that the minds of others were not pure, yet sick and twisted. He could not comprehend those facts when he was younger, but now, it was clear to him. And with those thoughts he allowed himself to fall into a state of unconsciousness, where his breathing deepened and he slowly, though fighting, allowed himself to succumb to the Essenes of sleep. And sleep he did. fearlessly, not listening to the world around him, merely sleeping deeply, oblivious to any danger that might have approached.

He woke with the sun, and it was not long until he was back on his journey, heading wherever he wanted to go. However it was not long until he stopped short, eying the dying life around him. the place could not help but look rather interesting. Clearing his throat, he spoke clearly, his rumbling voice creating a presence within the realm. "Is anyone here?" He paused lightly, waiting for a reply, then under his breath, just to himself, and if anyone was around him, he spoke again. "You're in for a surprise."

He was charming, yes, but with strings attached.

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The red beast trailed down the avenue. The ground was littered, as if it always had been. She smiled something about this place made her smile. Her Sharp but well kept daggers clopped down the rode in tune with her inner song. It was like the beat had a devotion to her hooves, keeping harmony with them. Her banner danced in the breeze like a lover, the beads chimed as they hit each other. It only made her toss her head at the flowing gate. This was just any she devil trotting down the weathered street of 41st and up coming square. Her red canvas was something her kind wasn't sup post to posses, more something she would wittiness on her enemy.

It wasn't long until she got where she wanted to be. In time square where she had longed to be. No beasts littered the area. The only thing was the corpse of the man that had been the last of his kind. She walked to the decayed body to look at at it again. Only pity washed over her Unlike the unicorns she had no desire to see the Uprights dead, they had done nothing truly wrong other than being faulted with some evil characters in there race: But weren't they all guilty of that? She sighed a little, a hot breath mingled into the New York air.

This human had died at her very feet with a look of confusion and puzzlement. Now she looked on the young mans body. Her liquid metal pools, that were her eyes. The only aged thing on her body, were those silver pools of so much emotion, and none at all. The city towered over her and yet she still made it look small, standing there over the dead body with so much mixed emotions. This being was the reason she had the problems she had to begin with, but yet she could not rue there existence. Hadn't they taught her people strength and passion that was only gained through learning to bare ones own weight and someone else's? The rouge vixen couldn't speak for her people, only they could. She would not regret her choice.

Yet standing here over the mangled excuse for a body, the sun pelted down on her demon coat: Tyrina Queen of Equines felt alone in her war. She only wished she had something to make her feel stable for once. Rina frowned at that thought. Why the hell did she need help? She could stand on her own to pretty feet and with grace! She stuck her nose in the air reassuring herself of that fact. A flaming ball of yellow looked back at her upraised face. It seemed to laugh at her false courage. The orb shinned down with unequealed brilance, no one or thing could compare to it. It was that that made her sigh and look back down.

She felt so foolish standing there looking down at a humans remaints, and the sun berating her for the cowardice over powering her heart. She was having the feeling as if she wanted a stag to lean on. Tyrina scoffed she could have any stallion she wanted from her equines. Her snort died in her throat. It wasn't that she wanted just any stallion, she wanted some one to care for her. Just once she wanted to be selfish and have something to call her own. It didn't seem that would ever happen.

The red Queen took a deep intake of air, filling her weriy lungs. It was then the sudden rage filled her. So much hot anger that she felt like lava would dripp from her very veins. A horrid noise escaped her and she lashed out at the first thing that her daggers could find. They encountered flesh of the human body at her feet. Ripping and mangaling the innocent corpse as if it was her enemy the one that had made all her problems, when in fact this man had had no idea about them. She could hear herself screaming but she couldn't tell what she was yelling, weather it was cursing or words at all. Cold blood spattered her legs and chest as the body began to fall apart under her harsh attack. It wasn't until a few minutes later did she stop, the anger cooled but still there under the surface, boiling and simmering.

Blood dripped down her legs and from her breast. Her breaths were quick and short puffs, her silver eyes wide. She could hear the blood falling from her to the black cement. This was her life, this blood filled war. Her silver gaze went to the body. Bones were crushed to mere ash, other protruded from the broken skin; Sticking out like broken ends of a spear. The regal Queen stood there crazed for that one moment, but still breath taking. Standing there in the area of nutrual grounds blood soaked and alone.

Her head swooned to her knees in a sharp and quick movment. Leaving her in a bowing like position. "I hate you for this Zerkzies." She muttered against her knee. "I hate you." She whispered harshly. "I HATE YOU!!!" She screamed and a sobb over took her. Here in the privacy of the buildings and the city she could let her emotions be let loose. Never did the scarlet Queen let them out in front of another, when she had been innocent it hadn't matter; But now she was full of hate and anger, and the need to make some one pay was growing in her. "I hate you." She continued to whisper through her tears and blood stained coat. "Hate you." Now it wasn't so much pertaining to Zerkzies or had it ever?

She eased her head off from the kneeled position and took in a long breath. Her silver eyes gave the corpse another look and she thought, remembered about the past. About a time when she had loved some one, and a time when she had choose her duty over her happiness. Zerkzies had the gale to call her selfish. A roar of rage came from her maw unexpectedly. Her whole body felt tired from her exsersions. Tyrina's appendages shook under neither her and her vision blurred. Buildings didn't seem to look right any more and the cement seemed to getting closer. The rouge mare didn't even notice when she went crashing to the ground.

"Tyrina tell me your wish if you could have one." A breath taking white beast asked her. Nohirm stood over her, looking down at her her with those amazing blue pools. Her child heart pounded. The Queen of unicorns was asking her what she wanted most?! Rina could feel exsitment well in her chest and fear to. She was young only a year old and the Queen had come to visit her father to talk of something about there people, Nohirm had made it seem so important. Tyrina had tried to catch what they were saying, but it seemed the Queen knew about all: Even her amazing peeping skills. It had been then she asked her that question. Her little thoughts thought as much as they could. What would she want? Her brown orbs looked back at the most powerful creature ever to live. What did she want to hear? Tyrina nawed on her lower lip a little, and looked away shyly. "I well....I guess I want to meet that special some one." Her voice had been nervious even to her own ears. Her maw stretched into an inoccent smile. Nohirm had only grinned back. Something was so beautiful in seeing her grin. "And you will find him Princess, but you must give him time." Her words had baffled the child. What had she meant. Why would she say that?

The vision of the old queen blurred to show a sharper image of her son. Tyrina looked at him and smiled. She was four now and having her first meeting with the king of unicorns. His gentle yet strong gaze looked down at her. Tyrina smiled at him and he laughed nipping her tress lightly. It was good that she was red becuase he would see her blush. He was so handsome, so much like his mother. Black silk mane fell into his eyes of two colors. His rich voice seized her attention. "Your beautiful." He had said. It made the princess shiver in youthful banter. "As you are handsome." Her voice had been love struck already, he had taken a part of her from the first meeting. Zerkzies maw stretched into a grin, and the vision blurred.

His grinning face was replaced by one with his fangs showing. They were bared at her, through the rain that pelted down on them both. "Your a pregnant dog!" He roared at her. His words bit into her heart, but she concealed the pain. "Go to hell Zerkzes, or better yet leave my planet." She growled. Everything she had loved was going down the drain and now all she had was a pissed lover who wanted to leave her becuase she wouldn't do it his way. If only he would just understand! "Your being selfish, Tyrina!" He roared again. She snorted and barked a reply. "If that is what it takes to make my people happy kudos to me." Her voice was measured with venom, he liked to shout and she liked to spit venom. Tyrina watched him and his face softened for one moment. "I loved you." He said lightly and turned walking away, leaving her in the rain to take his people to the other realm. She could fix this it wasn't to late, it was never to late - or was it? The vision blurred leaving only his back in her mind.

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Heat, it seeped into her very skin, burning her. Was it more than she thought? Tyrina didn't know. A grogginess was over her mind, like she was just waking up. When had she gone to sleep? Her eyes opened swiftly to reveal that she was laying on the pavment of time square still alone. The sun was higher in the sky, the reason for the heat on her blood stained coat. Her hooves scrapped the hard floor as she gained her balance to pull her supple body to all fours. It had all been a dream, or more memories than anything. Recalling everything that had passed. Her life was so out of wack. Tyrina was only glad no one had seem her break down. What would her kind thing of her if they seen such weakness? A sudden summers breeze shifted grabbing her mane and shifting it into her face, beads clicked against each other. "I must act the Queen from now on." She whispered to herself. "I must get over the past."

She was still covered in the wet blood of the of the corpse after she had risen. Her mind muddleded, fogged from the blood lust the had taken her very emotions into a iron grip and forced her into it's angery ways. Her silver orbs were lifless as they gazed down at the pitiful excuse of a body. After what she had done to it there was barley anything left of it's remaints. Her body swayed. Why had her memories asulted her so suddenly? Why could she not hold back the pain and rage? Zerkzies could, he could hold it from his people: Stand tall and regal and let nothing hurt his black heart. Maybe that was it, her heart just wasn't black enough. Tyrina sighed and stomped a foot lightly and watched the blood spray off it, as if in slow motion, the queen watched them, and saw the black in the corner of her eye. Her head snapped to the right in a quick movment.

A stag with a large body stood before her, wings adoring his handsome back. Tyrina felt herself stiffin. What if this male had seen her in her rage? A moment of weakness? Her head turned away for a second to gather her composure. The queen was strong, never taking bullshit from any one. It was the way she had always been. When her emotionless eyes went back to look at him her face was as breath taking as ever with an agless gaze. Her coat like fire burned as she watched him. And the marks on her legs that looks like fire, licked at her skin. A mane of length dropped to her knees with glass fired painted beads braided into it's thick strands. This one thought. This stallion was handsome and something she had not come across before. Ever since Zerkzies had used her heart against her, it felt like no stallion would be as handsome any more. What mare would fall for the same trick twice? Walking forewards after hearing his words she was sure he hadn't seen her act, but maybe he had. "I am here, I am Tyrina." She didn't state her roll in power. It wasn't uncommon for some of her people not to know who she was.

Her silver eyes lept to his wings. They were breath taking on his back. Ever since the epidemic that killed the humans went through the city, causing her people to have mutations, and Zerkzies' people to have strange colors. It was amazing to think about such change. Right now it was autumn, and not long summer would be here and the season for war would be around them. That made Tyrina grin. The blood she so wanted would be hers every summer, but now that the realm to unicorns had opened, they would have a place to venture off to and hide. It made her growl. What cowards. "It's nice to see another here, it can get quit boring by myself." She state with her soft tone and sing song voice. Something now one would expect from what they had heard of her. Things saying she was a bitch, a queen from the pits of hell. "Greetings to my home, what is your name." There was no question, but almost a command in her voice. The one thing that always proved her immortality, was her silver aged eyes. Orbs that held pain, wisdom, and so much emotionless, it was a wonder she was not already dead.
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A rather long sigh, was emitted from that of the obsidian stallion, and memories over came him, like bees to honey.

The day had been normal; he could say that, a young colt, leading his band of fillies and colts around, pretending to play herd leader. It was the only option available to the young foals. There was rarely a change in the leadership quota for the colts, Jigsaw always claiming instant supremacy with a bugle from his baritones and pinned ears. Though, there seemed to be a new lead filly every other day, each one clawing to stand beside Jubilee and eat the best grass. Of course, it was all good fun, and their parents watched on in harmony with smiles on their faces. It seemed that Jigsaw was the perfect fit to take over his father’s throne soon enough. And soon word came around to the stallion’s ears, and instead of being uplifted by the news of his son. He was angered. It was the primitive, bloodthirsty instinct that still ran fresh through his bloodlines that made him so paranoid with his son taking the lead. His father made sure a keen eye was placed on Jigsaw, making sure he could not plot his revolution. But Jigsaw was perfectly happy being ruled over [at the current time, however] And even looked up to his father, trying his hardest to make his proud and try to be like him in every aspect in life. Though Jigsaw made the mistake of letting his father overhear him while speaking to one of his fellow colts “Today, this, tomorrow, the whole herd.” It was a simple statement, just showing how he wanted to someday, rule like his father. But it was suddenly taken in the wrong way, and his large black stallion of a father was upon him in a flash of hooves and teeth. Jigsaw felt himself run, like the wind, unsure of who his attacker was. He was eventually ran down toward the edge of a cliff, finally whirling to see who had come upon him. He was devastated to find that it was his own father, ears pinned, and a string of saliva slowly dripping from the corners of his wrinkled mouth. And suddenly, with a cat-like leap, he felt the gash of teeth on his side, and his not fully grown body was thrust on his side. And he was torn into, his father slicing the glossy black skin with quick flashes of his teeth. He did not resist, he just allowed his body to be ripped to ribbons, sliced, and mutilated. Though, he let out no sound, just a painful look in his eyes. Finally, the slashing stopped, and his crimson blood on the ground was fuzzy from his loss of blood. Leaving him to bleed to death on the ground, his father stood, eyes boring into the mutilated flesh of his son, and spoke quietly. “If you’re smart, you’d jump and save yourself a whole lot of pain.” Then he watched as he stalked away.

And suddenly, Jigsaw snapped back into reality, shaking his head a few times. The vividness of the memory overcoming him. It had been from them on, he hated authority, anyone who dared rule over him. His body had healed, and now his glossy obsidian pelt shined once more, and he walked tall, and perhaps now capable over overthrowing his father. But he did not stoop that low as to do the same to his father has he had done to Jigsaw. However, the stallion could still feel his blood boil underneath his flesh, itching for the bloodthirsty revenge that he deserved. But then again, he was not that kind of stallion. Though it tortured him, he would act civilized. Being nice, however, was a whole other story. It wasn't that the stallion was mean, just, he obviously thought he was better than everything else. He let a smirk crawl across his handsome face, killing the feeling of unease in the atmosphere.

His large, feathered wings shuffled restlessly, and he shifted to and fro, letting out a deep neigh to perhaps anyone who might be lurking. He itched to spread the mighty feathered wings that had been graced to him, and take to the skies, living of the ecstasy that was chemically created in his bloodstream. With those thoughts his salmons flared greatly, and he took in a peculiar scent. Stopping just seconds away from once more soaring into the stratosphere, his eyes flicked forward, back once more to land on a being. A gorgeous thing, she way, a fiery red, so flawless. Jigsaw had his eyes on the prize. He stood, motionless, eyes fixed upon her, before taking a daring step toward her, wings ruffling to find a better position upon his back. She spoke, stating her presences and her name. Tyrina. He nodded lightly, a mischievous glance already conjuring itself up in his eyes. She spoke again, talking about how it had been boring to be by herself. "Baby, I'm anything but boring." But he held his tounge.

"I suppose it could get lonely here." He refrained from ending the sentence with a darling, or a baby or anything of that sort. He was a stranger to this mare, and he knew it was sure cause her displeasure to be calling her pet names. Shifting uneasily, he glanced into her eyes, which were flecking with a silver. He let a smile curl on his lips, listening to her lyric. "Pleasure. I'm Jigsaw." He replied, just a simple greeting, and then his name, simple enough. It was hard to incorporate this bad boy attitude with these simple, gentleman like manner he was creating. "So, this is your home, i suppose?" Just a question to liven up the conversation. Perhaps he could win her over.

ooc; lmfao. Jigsaw's such a wannabe.