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[serendipitus ☼]

YOU ALMOST HAD ME FOREVER...

She was back, against her better judgment. She felt immensely broken, but she held her poise, her pride and disrespect. She still tasted it on her tongue. He overwhelmed her brain, but she felt good. Nice, and free. All the wasted time, she could be feeling like this. She was back in the cave, further until the bruise like darkness turned into something darker than her, an evil obsidian. Faint light was reflected off the glittering crystals, and that was all that let hew now that there wasn't some large chasm in front of her. She finally stopped, her eyes hurting from squinting into the dim light. She was tired, she'd admit it. But that was okay. It was nice.

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....BUT NOW IS OVER.

[DAKODAH;;]

C A NNIB A L } }

he hadn't been here long at all, only a small amount of time, and in that small amount of time, he admired what he could see of Instatine. She was a beauty, a wonderful little flicka, and the colt admired her so. She was an understanding filly who didn't mind showing him what to do and taking up for him, so he only thought more of her everytime she did so. She was a horse like no other, and she didn't just pretend to care. She really did. Her love for him was almost like a mothers love for her young. Wait, he didn't know what that felt like.


Cannibal swerved as the air lifted his thin mane and swooshed his thick tail. His frow burrowed as he looked towards a butterfly that refused to come from the top of the cave. The thing was terrified and must've thought if she went down, Cannibal would eat her. He cocked his head and huffed outwards. He shook his cranium in aggravation and pursed his thin, shivering lips. Skin seemed to shake loosely over his thick build, and it was obvious he had more growing to do.


Where normally blue optics would've been lay two crystals. Somehow once he died his hazel optics were replaced with a set of crystals, which blurred his vission slightly, but overall gave him a freakish look. Light emmited from the crystals when he looked towards something, giving him a haunted look. It seemed like something from a movie. No, scratch that. From a horror film.


Optics bored towards the butterflies boring colours as he hushed her frantic buzzing. Slowly she decended towards the colt and the side of the cave. As she got closer a frog snapped at her and caught her, a eerie, to high for normal hearing squeal slipped itself from her, and then she was gone. Cannibal reared towards the cave wall and his obsidion flints scraped the walls, smashing the climbing frog and punishing it for betraying a trust with the butterfly. Instead of the calm look that normally encrusted his sweet, young features, and angry snarl ripped from his nostrils. Then he felt bad, he sunk towards his haunches and sighed sadly. He hadn't mean't to kill the frog, but the butterfly had finally wanted to come down and then suddenly the frog snapped her within his iron jaws with his clad tongue. No, it was wrong to feel bad. He had done good . . . hadn't he?


He looked towards the opening of the cave as a mare slowly walked in. his head cocked back and forth as he thought of Instatine. She was with Dakodah right now, but she knew In would most definatly be mad if someone else went into her blessed cave uninvited. He stood from his almost sitting pose and looked up, seeing the blood smear and then looking dead, seeing a glob of something red, which he assumed to be crushed frog. He stuck his pink tongue out and faced the mare quiety. He noticed she looked like the mare Instatine had told him about . . . what was her name? Artemis?

Yes, that was it, Artemis, and it was a rather dignified name. Though he loved In with his whole heart, sometimes she mad things a bit more than they were. She was a dramatic, and an adicted dramatic at that. Cannibals crystals drifted towards the wall and back to the mare as he spoke. I like the moon. It had nothing to do with the onyx mare, but he soon realized in was the Moon goddess, the mortals only thought slighlty of her. He stoopped himself from gasping and only smiled at her awkwardly.

ooc - - - with my new charrie Cannibal, hes ADD, and yeah, i have thoughts of him being the only ghost atm that likes arty. Justa thought. Put some pump in that post, lol

[serendipitus ☼]

COMING OUT OF MY CAGE...

Don't mess with her. She'll snap your neck in a second. Although, here, that wouldn't really do anything, would it? A pity, that. So she wanders endlessly, her moans mingling with the ghosts. And no one lets there eyes set upon the fallen goddess, for that's what she was, that's what they had done to her. Open your eyes to the horrid figure, to the breathtakingly terrifying ghoul. And you'll never see again. The coat of black, like the darkest dark, the kind that makes you want to scream. She's paranoia, with a face. And is it all in your head?

Well, I never. And there was another, and then there were two. And a smile tugged at her scarred and mangled mouth, and the beauty of gore was splayed across her barrel. And what may you want, dearie? You're another part of him. Sometimes they found it a great thorn that the mare didn't have the time to talk normally. But, quite frankly, she didn't give a damn. Not that she would've, if she did.

And everything is falling away...

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...AND I'VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE.