Death Waits For His First Victim

[• Echo]

The Fury And Pain Of Death~

My red/brown eyes scanned the terra ahead of me, my black hooves striking out a rythmetic pattern on the hard, dusty ground. A full moon rose above me as I galloped, my body covered in a shimmering layer of sweat. My ears pinned flat against my head were lost in the swimming confines of my dark mane. Tail and mane streaming like cruel, thick smoke behind me, I entered a forest.

Everything was deathly silent, as if a cold spell had fallen over the world, leaving nothing left to live, to breathe or see daylight again. Yet my own force cruely defied the cold grasp of Death, the true Death, the one which I myself had been named after, whose footsteps I followed closely in, waiting for the chance to spring and be the one and only true Death, complete with the fear, suffering, and pain of those who stumbled blindly across my path.

The silver moonlight streamed through the trees, dappling my coat, casting long, evil shadows across the ground and through the trees. I burst back through the trees on the other side of the forest, my cruel eyes gazing around me at the fairytale-like garden before me. I snorted loudly and slid to a silent stop, rearing up in deadly grace to strike out powerfully with my fore legs at the sky, my ears lost in the ocean of mane atop my crest. I bared my teeth, the whiteness of them not yet stained with blood, glinted in the moonlight. A slight breeze rippled my mane and tail, and my muscles twitched under my taut coat.

Let us see who is first, I think to myself, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I landed with a dull, near silent thud on the grassy ground. I was almost as great as the true Death itself, always waiting, always patient in all my cruelness, whispering in the ears of my victims to fall, drop to me, their own personal &*#% and Death. I was always there, no one could ever take my power from me. I was too proud, too cunning, sly, and quick in my hatefulness.

My body was tightly compacted, muscled from years of fighting and running. My moves were full of all the deadly poise, grace, litheness, and beauty of a killer's, striking like a cobra, darting in and out in the fighting manner of the wolves. I hadn't been born to kill. No, I had been born for action and speed. But by one quirk and turn of events, I had ended up as a murderer, destroying all who denyed me and stood in my way

[Guest]

~Lost Dreams To Find~

I raise my glistening red head, the moonlight shimmering off my coat. My chestnut ears prick forard for half a second as I observe the black stallion gallop in. I toss my head and pin my ears against my head, pulling back my lips to reveal bright white teeth. I moved out and away from the bushes, moving carefully, picking my white legs up high, stepping carefully. My wary yet confident eyes examined the gleaming stallion, his own teeth bared, his coat covered in a sheen of sweat.

The brush obscured my white legs from view, the bushes and weeds coming up to my somach. I held my head high, my tangled red mane falling down my face, just out of my eyes, and down from my neck. I snort loudly, shattering the stillness and quiet of the dark night, and snake my head into the air. My golden eyes gleamed at the stallion, full of hatred and anger.

I could tell the other stallion was a murderer, as I was, yet that didn't phase me. So far I had never been defeated, had been a coward, running from a fight and another stallion. I had killed many, yet that didn't mean much to me. I was always bloodthirsty, ready for revenge for every little thing in my life. My anger was usually taken out on others, and I followed out a method that only I and other killers knew. Slow and horrible, dragging out the pain to last, taking advantage. I never gave them a good enough chance to win; they would not show me the same mercy as well. To be merciful was to be weak, and when you played the game you had to be strong. To survive you had to be the best.

And that was exactly what I was.

I emerged from the brush, my head high, liquid gold eyes scanning the stallion. It would be no easy fight; we were almost of the same heigth, and I could tell he, too, had Andalusion blood corsing through his veins.

My blood was alive and wild with energy, waiting to bring forth the bloodlust, the thirst for the other's pain to reach my eyes and ears again. A cruel smile slowly widened on my lips. No one had ever expected a breed of lighter build to make a good murderer; yet here I stood, facing the other who was of the same build. The heavier builds were the best, able to crush the others with pure strength and force. Obviously he had been part of the best, surviving and outlasting his opponents.

My white legs gleamed with a sort of sinister glare in the light of the full moon, and I snaked my head into the air again. I rear up onto my hind legs, ivory gleaming against ebony in the dark as I pawed powerfully and visciously into the air, teeth bared. I landed with a dull thud on the ground and flicked my lashed my tail out. I raised my head and let out a scream of rage and challenge into the air, the garden alive with my piercing whistle.

[Guest]

{Morning Iris}
I had been asleep in the beautiful garden, until I heard two stallions nearby, seeming to be preparing for a fight. I pricked my delicate, golden ears forward, listening to how close they were. They were on the east edge, I was in the middle. My heart was racing, I had never been near a stallions fight before, nor had I ever witnessed one. I was thinking about breaking up the fight, but I wasn't sure if they were forcers, or if they weren't afraid to kill innocent mares. I stood up, glad I was surrounded by tall grass, I wasn't a tall mare myself, but I was strong and nimble. I walked backwards, my gold slender body brushing against the weeds, keeping an eye on the two enraged stallions. I made it to the edge and started to walk around the large meadow, hidden by the low swooping branches of the trees. I was directly to the side of them, I wanted to intervene, but was to frightened. I was decided what to do when one of the stallions reared up and bared his white teeth, pawing at the sky. Shivers ran down my spine, it caused me to take a step back, unfortunatly, I small twig had fallen and was right beneaht my foot, sounding a loud CRACK! I froze, hoping the stallions hadn't heard it, I looked down and my hoove had crushed the small twig, I looked up, watching the stallions, watching their every move. My yellow forlock had moved in front of my eyes, I thought I heard one of the stallions move, but I was too afraid to move my forlock away from my eyes. Through the slits that weren't covering my eyes, the moonlight shined in, I knew that if the stallions looked over they would see me, shining in the light.
[getting a picture]

[• Echo]

[that's alright, I'm getting one for Death, too]

~Death~

I watch the stallion come in and snort angrily, flaring my nostrils. My tail lashed out behind me and I pawed at the ground. My black coat shone in the moonlight, sinister and ready to fight. My body coiled like a spring, waiting. I watched him rear up, my reddish brown eyes gleaming. I bared my teeth again, the white standing like a beacon in the dark. A beacon to Death.

I hear a loud crunch and whip around, ears pinned and lost in my flowing mane. I kept an eye on the stallion, while one eye saw the mare. I paused slightly, watching her, and I snorted. I kept an eye on the other stallion as I danced to the side, flaring my nostrils and tossing my head. I screamed back at him, yet for once in my life it was unchallenging. I looked at the mare with no emotion in my eyes. I was a killer; and although I had not been born to be one, I was. I had no mercy, any animal that crossed my path at the wrong time would die.

Although it would be nice to have a herd of murderers, I think to myself, thinking of the ones who had killed my herd. I had killed them in the end, but it would still be nice.

I toss my head again, glaring at the stallion while keeping an eye on the mare before me. She looked soft, and I was sure she wouldn't make a good murderer. But there were possibilities, while she may look small, she looked strong, like she could get her way around.

[Guest]

I sighed, one of the large stallions noticed me and whipped his head around, staring at me and the other stallion. His eyes showed no emotion, although I knew he would kill me if I got too close. I stepped out and stood there, the moonlight bouncing off my coat, making me seem like I was glowing. I swallowed my fear and looked at the stallions, both murderers, but perhaps they could team up. Then a thought entered my mind, and i could join them... I stared up at the moon and looked back at the stallions, my eyes white. They only turned white when I had bad emotions, such as anger, evil, sometimes fear, etc. I cleared my throat and said, "Perhaps this fight can stop." I watched the stallions expressions, neither loosened their muscles or stopped from staring at eachother. I sighed, "Think about it, you two could team up, and ki–destroy, anyone in your path." I was going to say kill, but it didn't seem to fit, I added, "You could start a herd of murderers," I paused and swallowed more fear, and just above a whisper continued, "And I could join you..." My eyes were completely white now, I was filled with all fear, if they rejected me or eachother, someone was going to die, or someones. I stood, waiting for a reply.

[• Echo]

~Death~

I toss my head and look at her bitterly, still watching the red stallion before me.

"And what do you know of killing?" I ask, baring my teeth. I stomped my hoof and pawed at the ground, my ears still back. She didn't look like a murderer. I only became one because I had been young when my herd died. I grew up with the stallions who killed my herd. I learned from them. And when there was nothing more to learn, I killed them.

It was a bitter story, my past, but it had led me to being strong. I never backed down, never gave up. I kept on, and that persistance had kept me alive my life. It wasn't my fault I was of a breed of value, not my fault my first herd had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it was all that which had led me to who and what I was. Sure, some may call it a monster. But you had to be strong, and that was what I was doing.

Being strong.

I toss my head again, hateful eyes turned on the mare. I noticed her eyes go white and smirk softly, knowing she was afraid. Fear almost had its own smell, and I could sense when it was there. I knew how to use others' fears to my advantage, how to twist their mind around a lie until it was all they knew.

So maybe she could change, a voice in my mind whispered to me. I toss the thought to the back of my mind, watching the mare while keeping an eye on the stallion. But he, he was already a murderer. I needed not change him. The only problem would be getting him to be on my side. His thoughts were his own, and he was tough to have made it this far in the deadly game.

[Guest]

~Lost~

I watch the black stallion's moves, my eyes hard and cold, my teeth bared. My sharp, glistenign white forehooves, not yet stained the red color of my coat with blood, struck at the ground, my ears pinned. I left deep gouges in the dirt, snaking my head high into the air and snorting.

I hear a crunch and turn with a silent snarl of rage and hatred on my lips. I stop short, seeing a mare, and a sinister smile spread on my lips. Mares were always my favorite. You could bend them to your will, get them to trust you, and then, out of nowhere, you murdered them. Of course it was slow and dragged out, there was no other way I knew.

I watch the black stallion dance on deadly hooves away from me and rear up angrily, lashing out with my tail and striking at the sky. I screamed in rage and anger. What kind of murderer backed away from a fight? Only cowards!

I land back on my feet and strike at the ground, my eyes alive with fire, rage, and hatred. Then the mare spoke.

"Perhaps this fight can stop." she said. I looked at her in shock, listening to her speak.

"Think about it, you two could team up, and ki–destroy, anyone in your path. You could start a herd of murderers. And I could join you..." The last part was said in a whisper. I pin my ears again, watching her in dismay.

"You are not a killer!" I say anger rising up as I watched her. She was so small and fragile looking.

She looks like your sister..." a voice whispered in my mind, and I widened my eyes in anger and astonishment.

She does not!" I scream in my mind angrily. She isn't Maye!

I paw angrily at the ground, my eyes full of hatred as I ignored the voice, watching the mare, shoving unwelcome thoughts that came from my mind away. She couldn't change. Of that I was certain.

I snarled mentally at my own mind and thoughts. I refused to listen to the other voice inside my head, the only part of me that, if it was a creature of its own, would have a heart. I hated it. It wasn't me, there was nothing about it that was like me. I whip around to face the mare with eyes wild with rage and hatred again.

[Guest]

I sighed, thinking of my past. I had run from my herd, they were trying to teach me to be a murderer and I hadn't wanted to be one, so I ran. I knew the basics, but I had left before they had started having us put it into action, I had never killed in my life. I saw the stallion notice my eyes, he knew I was afraid, I started thinking, he's being too cocky, he thinks he's the best killer out there, he's wrong. I stared at the stallion, my eyes turning back to brown, but now to a new color, blue. I didn't know they were blue, but it was something that had never happened before; I was really believing myself and on the path my father had wanted me on.

My father, Aries was his name, was the first murderer, he taught my herd, then fell in love with my mother, Impulse. He soon died of old age, and his legacy of murderers lived on, the herd split up and turned on eachother, using their new knowledge to kill, soon their were only 3 horses left, my mother, me, and a stallion known as Impression. Impression ran at my mother, they fought to the death. I was only about 1 year and 1/2, when I saw him rear up and crush my mothers neck beneath his hooves. I cringed and squealed, his evil, hate filled eyes turned on me and he charged, I bolted and had been on the run my whole life, I was now 4 and 1/2.

I shook myself out of my memories and looked at the stallion and stepped forward, no longer afraid. I walked right between the stallions head held high, and once I was on the other side I turned and looked at the two of them. "You two would be completely wrong to underestimate me or to not start a murderer herd together." I looked around, a smirk on my face, now I was being cocky, just to make the stallion who had spoken angry. "You'd be fools if one of you died. You are both well built and probably 2 of the best murderers around, why let that go to waste? Why not team up and be the best of the best and kill anyone who thinks otherwise. You'd be on top of the world." My voice alluring, almost like I was seducing them, to save my life.

I had learned this from my mother, something no other murderer had learned from my herd, so most likely no murderer knew of it. I smiled to myself and returned my attention to the stallions who seemed lost in their own thoughts.

[Guest]

I walk slowly and silently in the shadows And see two Murdering stallions and a scared mare.

I hear she said that she would join them and that got me instrested.

Swift had a soft spot for mares and foals.

I take off to the group of horses and rear on my hind leg flashing my hoofs at the two deadly stallion and land with a dull thud.

My ebony coat glistened in the moonlight and my bloody red mane glowed.I bare my white teeth at them and scream in rage.

My white eye's glared at them,I paw at the ground"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"I scream."THIS IS MY LAND".

I snake my head"Name your selves and your reason trespassing!" I flick my tail with annoyance.

[Guest]

I sighed, I was with yet another stallion, and he was angry. I shook him out of my mind and waited impatiently for one of the stallions to answer. I then looked back over at the stallion and said, "I have lived here my whole life, there is no way this is your land." I stared at him menacingly, he didn't seem like he was a murderer stallion, he seemed like a normal stallion protecting territory. That wasn't his. My eyes were still blue, and I hadn't a clue why or what that meant.

I thought back and remembered my father had blue eyes when he was teaching us about murdering, especially when he was...demonstrating. I sighed again, I didn't want to think of my father at the time, I needed to keep my attention on the stallions.

I looked over at the new stallion once more and said, "Also, I wouldn't be yelling at any of us right now." I nodded towards the stallions and said, "These two are in an almost fight and I'm just trying to sleep." I hadn't realized how crabby I was seeing as I didn't get much sleep. I tried to make my voice softer and kinder, "Please, just go back to your little herd, check on the mares and foals, go back to bed, and pretend none of this every happened." I didn't want this new stallion to get hurt, if the other two stallions listened to me, they could easily team up and murder this stallion.

[• Echo]

~Death~

I turn back to the mare, glancing at the one that came in before looking back at her.

"Well I am sorry for underestimating you," I say in what could have been a silky voice to the mare. "You can join if you wish, and he too, I say, looking at the red stallion before me who had been the reason of my anger. Then I turn once more with a snarl of rage to the new mare.

"And this is not your land!" I cry out angrily, my ears pinned flat against my head.

"This is no man's land, I have traveled here many times before in my life. This land is for anyone to lvie on, not one person's!" I say, tossing my mane angrily. My red/brown eyes, like the eyes of a crazed coyote, flared like rusted blood as I glared at her. My black mane whipped around my body and I flicked my tail, baring my teeth. I was so tempted to grab her windpipe just then, to end the life of this creature whose life was so unimportant in my eyes. She was just a mare who ahd gotten around with looks and a taste for others' pain.

I stomped my hoof angrily and snake my head into the air, rearing up high. My black legs struck in rage and power at the sky, my nose tucked almsot completely to my chest. My teeth bared, ears back, and nostrils flared, I looked like a demon. And that was how I liked it.

I had always been the horse grim reaper, Death itself, rebelling in the fear of others. I landed with a dull thud and spun around, lashing out with my hind legs at the mare. I heard and felt a thud as my legs made their target, and I spun back around to face her, circling her in anger. My legs stepped with hardly a sound, my eyes trained on her every move. My ears swivelled back and forth to hear every sound and motion of the others. I bared my teeth again, my mind reeling in anticipation of the kill.

I was so ready to sink my teeth into her coat, taste her blod, wild with pain and energy, hear her scream of pain as I mangeled her body and looks. She was just a mare, and none of them would ever be able to steal my heart.

Ever.

[Guest]

(Btw please don't kill swift kill i like her^-^ and soccerbabe3 can you go with it? i think it would make it a little more interested and soccerbabe3 shes a mare!! lol)

I scream in rage and pain as he kicked me in the chest,blood trickled form my mouth.

"How dare you kick me!"I bare my teeth stained with my blood.My eyes white with rage and anger,I rear up on my hide legs,My sharp hooves could slice flesh like a horse grazing on grass.

My eyes glowed a deathly white, and pinned my ear in my thick red mane,My ebony body glistened with sweat from running.I glanced at the mare now that i see her up close.
My heart almost stopNo! i can't be! I just can't! My eyes dimmed and held her gaze.

"What is your name ,mare?"I ask with my body still tense my gaze flicked to the some what handsome black stallion.My bloody red forelock over one eyes.As i wait for her to answer.

[Faye]

~Death Wish~

My nostrils flared as I smelled horses nearby.I walked over to the meadow .Yes,horses I was right.But could I sink my gleaming white teeth into them?But as I got closer I denyed my question.The horses there were murders themselves.Then I chose to show myself,not the least bit afraid,for I was the killer,not the kill."Big Oafs."I mumble under my breath as I see them clearly.

I watched the fight between the mare and the stallion.I kept far enough away that they wouldn`t run into me.
"Amateurs"I muttered,annoyed at how these horses fought.

[Guest]

~Lost~

I prick my ears forward slightly as I listen to the mare and toss my head, snorting.

"What is your name?" I ask her warily, watching her. MY red coat glistened in the moonlight, and I ignored the mare the black stallion was fighting with completely. I turn my head to see the new mare enter and immediately pin my ears again. What was with all the horses?! I come for a simple fight one-on-one with another stallion, one who had been in the killing game as long as I, and I am greeted with three new mares.

I snort again and paw angrily, at the ground, my golden eyes piercing the new mare as I bared my teeth, listening to her muttering.

"Amateur?!" I cry out in rage, spinning to face her.

"How dare you! An Amateur would only get a scratch on someone and be dead within five seconds! I have been in this game since I was only half a year! I know every way to kill, every way to drag out the pain and misery of others!" I snake my head high into the air in warning, stomping my hoof. I was about to lose it. I calmed myself quickly, not quite relaxing, but once again getting control of my emotions.

You're not a killer, the voice in my mind spoke, and I tossed my head in anger, ignoring it as I grit my teeth together.

You may kil others, but deep down you are still a young colt, with his loving mother and herd. I pounded my hoof on the ground, ignoring the voice completely and tossed my head up, my golden eyes watching them all. The voice in my mind was soon forgotten. My body twisted like a snake in the moonlight as I moved lithely to the side, keeping a view on them all. My white legs flashed beneath as I floated over the ground as if in a dream as I watched them all. The moonlight shone off my red coat, my mane and tail flying behind me in what looked like bloody smoke. The wind was starting to pick up, whipping my mane and tail around. I continued to hold my head proudly as I watched them all, flaring my nostrils.

[Guest]

(nightwish: oh sorry! ok sure! wait what am I going along with?)

[• Echo]

[uhm, what nightwish said, I think ^.^ anyone wanna introduce a horse we can kill lol? I can if you want, but I won't help in destroying a horse I created]

[Guest]

(lol i know i like her 8D)

[Faye]

( i have a really stupid horse that i never use...)

[Guest]

[lol, that'll work XD]

[Guest]

(teh he! )

[Faye]

Pippi~
I pranced in bucking with joy.My mane flipped from side to side enjoying this peaceful meadow,totally unaware of the other horses.My eyes were blocking out the badness.

Death Wish~
My blood boiled seeing that foolish mare prance around like a filly.My ears were pinned hard against my skull,even though she didn`t take notice to the warning.I walked closer to her my eyes locked on her neck.I wanted to hear that shrill scream,blood pouring from her onto the ground.

[Guest]

~Lost~

My head shoots into the air, nostrils flared, eyes glaring. I watch the young mare prance in, and a slow, cruel smile slid onto my lips. I smirked at the mare as I watched her, then glance at the other horses.

A herd would be nice... If he would go with it, maybe... He would be the best leader, I think to myself, looking at the black stallion, the first who had been here.

My red coat gleamed in the moonlight as I tossed my dark mane back, taking a cruel step towards the mare. A mask of peace settled over my face, blocking out all emotions except welcome.

"Hello," I say calmly to the mare, bowing down slightly. I could see she wasn't a killer; she had never seen a horse like me or the others before, you could see it written in her eyes.

"What brings you to this lovely meadow?" I ask, then shoot a glance towards the others, my eyes asking the question the first mare had said. A herd. It would be so easy... I turn my attention back to the mare, the false smile looking serene. Not too sweet, not too bitter. The same mask that was on her own face.

What would your mother say? I put my ears half back and stomped my foot in irritation at the voice in my head. It always seemed to come at the wrong time.

"Shut up," I hissed under my breath to it, too low for anyone else to hear. I turn back to the mare, my ears going forward again, the fake smile once again sliding onto my face into perfect serenity. The wind rustled my dark mane and tail slightly, and I flicked my ears back slightly to listen to the others. My eyes were focused on the mare's neck, just where the juglar was. It was so easy to rip it out, but oh no, that was too fast. This mare would die too quick, hardly feeling a thing. And although my bloodlust, my need to taste the blood caused by my own teeth, was great, my want to hear the mare's screams and know it was because of me was far greater. I scanned my eyes over the mare, looking for weaknesses. It wasn't hard to find them. I debated about how I should start, where I should begin. It would have to wait, of course. I still wanted my answer from the other horses about the herd idea, and if not, then I would leave. This one mare would be the only lucky one, although with so many horses around, she would still be doomed.

Perhaps she will try to run, I thought to myself, and my smile grew. Yes, yes, I would like that. They try escaping yet we are too fast, too cunning for them to escape. The thought of the chase was enough to make my blood pound in anticipation. I loved when they ran from their own deaths. They tried and tried, yet it never worked. I could always feel their pain and fright as if it were my own, yet it didn't affect me. I was a killer; and chasing them down was my best part, and one of my strengths. For now though, I would have to be patient; the time would soon come...

[Faye]

Pippi~
"Stuff,"I snort narrowing my eyes.There was something stange about this group of horses.Very strange.My instincts told me to run.But I could not.

Death Wish~

I stomped my hoof and rolled my eyes at how fast the stallion went to meet the mare.A little blood thirsty aye?My mind teased,I also had the growing thirst to have the taste of blood once again in my mouth.

I usually only killed the horses that annoyed me,but since my thirst was more demanding I would kill any horse.

[• Echo]

~Death~

I smirk, seeing the mare walk in, and stomp a hoof slightly. I toss my head, eyes gleaming. I watched the red stallion carefully, remembering that he had been up to challenge me. I see the look in his eyes and realize what he is thinking. Not only did he want to cause the pain of this foolish mare, he was asking about the herd with his eyes. A slow smirk grew on my lips and I nod once, eyes shining. A herd… That would be very nice. Just to think of the murdering that we could do!

Kidnapping young mares and foals, slaughtering the stallions in the herd, teaching the colts to be murderers like us… My mind flickered back to the herd who had killed my own. They had taught me all I could, before I killed them all. Then I had wandered, teaching myself more than they could ever teach me. I was bloodthirsty now, and in this mare’s eyes, I could see the idiocy of the life that she had lived in.

I didn’t stop to think of how that could have been me, how I could be the one who was at a disadvantage, about to be murdered. I only thought of the strange, sinister joy it would bring me to hear her screams of pain, to see the fear in her eyes as she realized what we were.

Monsters. Pain. We were all those. And I, I was a nightmare, living Death. Yet this lifestyle I had chosen, this fate, this path of life… It had not been up to me. Yet I rebelled in it nonetheless. I enjoyed this job. Sure, it was bloody, but through the eyes of a killer, it was more than just ruthlessness. It was a skill, like the humans with their guns as they tracked their evening meal.

But this skill was different than the two-leggeds. In this game, you were killing for your life. You tested your strength, your cunning, all your skills. You fought to be the best, earning your way to the top. And those of us all gathered here, save the idiot mare, had beaten the others to the top, to the best. We were the best. And a herd of the best would be unstoppable. We all rebelled in our killings, took pride and joy in our bloody deeds. It didn’t rip the soul apart as some would say, it strengthened it. And those who didn’t kill were weak, bested by the ones who did kill, beat to the top before they were halfway there.

My eyes scanned the horses around us, and I whickered once, much too low for the foolish mare to hear, yet loud enough for the others. The soft call was asking, asking of the herd, asking who would take part in it. We could be so much stronger, we would make it to the top. We would conquer and defeat. Destroying herds and stealing lands. Kidnapping young mares and foals, letting the heroic stallions try to be the hero and get the mares back. The foals we would keep and train. The mares who would make good murderers would stay and become part. The rest would die.

Yet the herd would have to be somewhat small, too. A large herd would never get by unnoticed in the country. But a smaller one, just small enough to go unnoticed, would be able to sleep through unseen. And would still kill and defeat. We would never run. We would stay and fight.

I raised my black head high into the air, satisfied with myself as I waited for their answers. I looked like a black demon, my mane falling over my white star. The white snip on my nose stood out, and the white sock on my right fore was hidden in the brush. I tossed my head slightly as I watched the mare.

“Run,” I thought silently to myself, my ears pricked forward, a rarity for me.

“Try to escape, try to get away,” I thought slyly to myself. Oh, this should be fun.

[Faye]

Pippi~
I couldn`t stand the staring any longer.I bolted to whereI came in,but was cut off by Death Wish.I galloped around the meadow kicking,trying to find a way to escape this meadow.A path or something!I screamed an exaggerated cry.
Death Wish~
A evil smirk spread across my lips.She acted like she was dead already.I wanted to kill her myself,but I was blocking her escape.

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