Post by Saevus on Aug 31, 2011 20:37:48 GMT -5
The light was restricted, the canopies interwoven overhead too dense to allow the sun's arms reach through. Spots of heat could be felt along my russet coat when I passed beneath the shimmering speckles. The wind tore around me angrily as I ran through the wooded area tightly packed with vegetation. The song of the air twisted around my exposed rib cage. The hollow sound caused my ears to twitch back, hooves slamming hard into the ground. Dirt and pebbles sprayed my limbs, muscles rippling like liquid, straining against my flesh. Ah, the peace of galloping through uncharted terrain. Well, more like unclaimed. The thoughts flashed through my mind in rapid fire. Perhaps I could be a king, claim bitches and a land of my own and prosper as a wicked force to be reckoned. An irking twitch formed about the right side of my maw, the exposed molars dried out.[/blockquote]
The muscle on my right side tends to accumulate twitches every so often, being deteriorated and all. My movements began to lessen, the sound of trickling water reaching my hearkened ear. Thin nostrils flared, rough breath being tossed out in an indignant snort. The chest cavity was working hard, a slow-beating heart thudding quietly. Maneuvering myself through the thick shambles of underbrush I found the source of water. Pure amber eyes looked back at me from the thin, clear stream. They almost glowed, eerie as they sat among dark features. Well, to be exact, the right eye was the only that looked back at me. The solitary optical was ablaze with emotion and the light that dripped through the leaves overhead. The right socket was deformed, closed over a non-existent eye. Dipping my head toward the water, saber fangs scraped along the rocks beneath the surface.
I looked a mess to many, but I felt great. Powerful. Alive. Of course, I'm not, otherwise if I were walking around with exposed bones and missing flesh, I would be dead. Confusing, no? No matter, I am as alive as I could be. The breath I breathe is not my own, the heartbeat that beats within me is merely borrowed, to never be given back, nor to last. I indulged myself on fleshy pursuits, and I can appear like the living that circulated around me. Well, just the breathing part. My body will forever be marred by the disease that eventually took my life. A grin split my lips, a devious spark in my eyes. The thing about dying is that in death I gained a new life. And of how I do enjoy it. My whip lashed behind me, trailing along my hind legs. A forelock rested between my eyes. I finished my parading about the stream, thoughts let loose to wander. I tossed my head up, gazing around, bored. Always bored. Not many brutes and bitches wandered about anymore, tucked away in their so-called safe havens.
I would not reject is another victim of my constant hunger came along, but I was itching for something more. Something more entertaining and time consuming to pass the lazy hours. Nature's song was prominent in every direction, trees dancing to the tune laid out for them. Avian creatures flitted to and fro, oblivious to the wicked demon that stood beneath their regular haunts. I peered up at them, eyeing them as they took flight after so long. Boredom was a constant plague of me lately. The water before me was not so deep, reaching to my knees as I stepped into it. The bite of cold dug into my coat, caressing my flesh. Lifting my ears I listened around me, trying to catch any hints of another equine. None. I leaped forth, daggers turning the water murky around me as I lifted the dirt and grit. Shaking out my mane I stomped around the stream, as if it were something alive that I had to kill. To conquer. I conquered everything. Smirking I trotted to the opposite bank, droplets falling from my legs.
I gave myself a jump start, pushing my weight forth and starting up another run. I had a few hours until the hunger would begin and I would once again give in to it. Until then, I would try and find some lonesome fool I could torment. Or, something of the sort. Heading south, the line of trees thinned out into a wide clearing. Free, open space. I galloped forth, head bobbing as I rushed forth through the flat terrain. The wind tugged at my mane, sending it aloft in the breeze like a wild fire, snapping against the air. Hooves thundered below me, sounds echoing into the distance. I dug my hooves into the ground, coming to an abrupt halt. Earth and grass flew from its place, arcing through the air a few feet ahead. I righted myself, head poised high as I challenged the world around me. I did not yet have enough followers to claim this vast stretch of trees, but I would not give up on it yet.
OOC ;; Fail post is fail. 'Tis open to anyone, though.
WORDS ;; 852? I do believe.