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[.:V:.]

An adventure for me.
How delightful it may be.

Pillars quickly scooted across the sand. It was harsh sand but looked quite soft. Something she liked to see it was like her, misleading. Her pillars came to a hault some of the sand kicking up as she slid. She stood below a tree one of no color and barely any life. It looked like it had been dying for a while. It just hadn't succeeded in getting all the way there yet.

A sudden noise triggered her auds to point forward and then backwards quickly. Her dial very high and alert. Her breathing intensed and her ribs seemed to heave in and out abruptly. She looked to the water that was ten yards from her. There it was the colprate of the noise that made her tense.

She could not see anything but the shadow of what quickly entered the water. Still making this hissing noise at her for probably being too close to the water. She closed her eyes and thought of a bird. Within a second wings formed on her side and her bulk went to a quarter of her size. She quickly transformed into a hawk.

Her wings started to flap and she arose moving over the water to see what this thing was. She soared over the dark spot for about ten seconds knowing it probably had to come up for air at one point. One more hiss was released from this creature and it arose from the water. It was long very long and started to rise at her.

It was getting higher and higher closer and closer to her. She had been soaring at this point staying at the same level and it was very close. She started to flap her wings quickly getting higher and higher. This creature was no match for her. It had fangs the size of a branch on the dead tree she once stood by. She quickly wooped back to the shore landing on a branch.

She watched the creature enter the water completely once again not showing at all except for the shadow under the clear muggy liquids. She let out a small nicker to see if any others dare walk upon this place. The shadow of the creature started to move off of the shore and once she could no longer see it she flapped her wings full of feather leaving the branch. She hit the sand with a glorious pounce and once again occured in her equine figure. She waited to see if there were any others.

[BERLIN.]

THERE ARE CRACKS IN THE ROAD WE LAID
BUT WHERE THE TEMPLE FELL
THE SECRETS HAVE GONE MAD
THIS IS NOTHING NEW, BUT WHEN WE KILLED IT ALL
THE HATE WAS ALL WE HAD

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Scents surround this world, no matter where you go, there will always be scents. Scenery never leaves and never fades. The only one that makes it feel like it is fading is you. You are the beast, the one to control your own life. I cannot do such simple things for you. Live your life to your fullest, make no regrets, and if you have them, deal with them. Anger is not the way to take things out. Right? Wrong. Damn, I got you again.

So, here we go with my thoughts ranting on and on again. I understand completely that I sometimes make no sense what so ever, and I understand when I sound like a genius. All comes and goes and it sure does in your mind too. I know. With the wind having an affair with my mane and forelock, I looked forth to find myself going toward a sandy beach. This beach, however, seemed very unusual. Beach. What do you think of? Sunny skies? Scattered clouds? Foot prints in the sand? Tanning? What is it? Well, this beach was far from all those. This beach was dark, things crawled and swarmed beneath me, and the dark water was murky and not very clear nor visible. Questions gathered and squirmed their way around in my mind. I had to get answers. Just had to.

So as I continued to walk forth with a confused and rather hard and thinking face, I had missed a lot of the action between the two creatures up ahead. So what was going through my head, you ask? Memories.

Ptch! Ptch! "Get moving, dammit" slapping sounds of the whip gathered into my moving audits. Round, open eyes, expressing fear and anger all at once faded. There was only one thing that kept this horse sane, me.

"Paris, I'm so sorry about earlier. You don't understand. I was curious as to what was beyond the trees, I was curious and got myself into trouble. You know the saying, curiosity killed the cat. C'mon, please forgive me" begged I. "How could I? I worked one whole year since I was a weanling to keep her sane. I gave her reasons to live. And you just had to drag them along with you. It was all a set up, wasn't it. You wanted mom to die, you hated her! How could you?!" Paris screamed at me, tears streaming down her face. "You don't understand, Paris! I loved mama, and I still do. I didn't mean to get her killed, I really didn't" pleaded I. "Save it, Berlin. I'm not listening to your bullshit anymore." With that, Paris moved away into the large crowds of horses, shoving her way through until she was on the other side by the fence. All Equines that came here stayed away from the fence, and Paris didn't think twice about it. The fence was where most horses were the first to go, to go see the other side of those horrid walls. Walking closer to her, they slapped her rear with their hand. Paris was only a yearling, three minutes older than me. We're twins, except for the fact that she's a bay with a bald face, blue eyes, and four socks. I was black with nothing. The whip came closer to her and they cracked it on her rump, leaving her rearing and squealing with rage and fear. Paris looked over the ground, skimming past me because I was short at that time.

Horses squealed and began to move around, shoving each other and getting scared beyond belief. I got trampled by one large gelding, which he didn't apologize but kept moving. Paris happened to stay in the corral and they soon got that large gelding, two mares, and three stallions. All were roped around their necks and literally dragged into the sliding, opening doors. The aroma that flew out of there was terrible. It was dark and more humans were inside, helping the other humans pull the equines in. Flies flew all around and when we thought we were being eaten alive by flies, the flies soon parted from our pelts and buzzed their way to the door. The smell of death was met to many, and many feared.

Shaking my head as a fly entered my audit, I snorted loudly and continued shaking it until I heard it fly out. Blinking a couple times, I found myself far from the water, more so close to the edge of the tree-line and definitely surrounded by sand. The sand moved here and there and the waves continued to crash into the sand and rocks that were nearby. Water drops flew to my face, my audits flattened as I raised my head a bit more. Off in the distance was a silhouette of a horse, the smell of course was a mare. Watching for merely two seconds, I looked away and toward the woods. What was I doing here?

WHO NEEDS ANOTHER MESS?
WE COULD START OVER
JUST LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND SAY I'M WRONG
NOW THERE ONLY EMPTINESS
VENOMOUS INSIPID,
I THINK WE'RE DONE - I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!

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Comments: A lot of thoughts and blabbering going on right now.
Lyrics: Psychosocial, Slipknot
Using: Berlin
For: .:V:.

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[.:V:.]

The fire in my soul burns
Every time I think It burns.
If there was a god you'd think he'd help
Not in my soul I can't get any help.

Squirmish figures layed all over the beach. There was no end to these creepy crawly and slithery creatures. It was almost disgusting, but every once in a while there was a breeze. The breeze was really nice when it did come around. The wind blew once more feeling it enter her nostrils and then a snort emitted quickly. The scent of another, and that other had to have been a brute.

She looked to her left and then to her right. She was in her regular figure and thats how she liked it when she was by other equines for the beginning anyways. She shifted her weight and spotted him out of the corner of her eye. He was dark colored no doubt about it. She let out a soft nicker, it was slightly raspic and not the prettiest tone to the light hearted. She was twisted, Warped and twisted.

She took a couple steps and then pivoted on her hind right leg. She now pointed his direction. She let her head bob in a delightfully interesting manner. She let snorts emit from her nostrils once more trying to get more of his scent. She let out a sigh and began to walk forward. Her ears went forward and backward unsure of whether to be alert and forward or back as in she felt threatened.

She was not scared of many things and felt if she were to be afraid that would be a weakness that many others might have if they were female. She liked the feeling of adrenaline and not depending on any other to protect her. She turned to the beach as she walked forward keeping a weary eye out for the creature that once stalked her before the brute had showed up. There was no sign of him.

She was now close to this brute. She came to a hault and stood alert closer to the brute now then she expected. The wind started to blow and the mist started to dissapear. She parted her lips and let harmonics come from within.

Im Valore...And you? If you don't mind me asking

[BERLIN.]

THERE ARE CRACKS IN THE ROAD WE LAID
BUT WHERE THE TEMPLE FELL
THE SECRETS HAVE GONE MAD
THIS IS NOTHING NEW, BUT WHEN WE KILLED IT ALL
THE HATE WAS ALL WE HAD

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Sins make up for who you are. No matter your sex, size, color, mind, nothing matters. Everyone has one thing they've done in their life that is considered a sin. Maybe not to you, but to others, it can definitely be a sin. A sin is nothing to be ashamed of, you see. A sin describes what you are capable of doing, shows that you are not weak to rise to the top and show off your talent. Well, if you disagree, then that's your problem. These are my thoughts, these are my ways of thinking. You cannot tell me what to think of.

No one, and I literally mean, no one understands who I am, what my past was like, and who I will become. The only souls that know is myself. My mother and sister had no clue of what was going on in my head. No one understood why I acted out in such ways. A different story would be if my sister, Paris was alive, then yes, she might have a slight knowledge of why I acted out in these unreasonable ways. I was so quick and so sudden, things never really panned out the way I wanted them to. As a young colt, I've always wanted to be popular, to grow friends, to be peaceful, and grow up to be a large stallion with many mares and plenty of respect. Yet, there was a part of me that wanted to be the big and bad guy - I'm sure everyone else wanted that too. But, the fire for that was weak in some and strong on others. In the beginning, mine was only a small light, barely noticeable.

I remember clearly, those days when I felt like I wanted to die. I remember clearly, my journey up to the top of the volcano to find something eerie. I remember clearly, the first time I saw my mother get beat up. And I definitely remember when she was close to death. Closer than what I had expected. Since then, I had been more careful and more aware of my surroundings. That's when I became a small colt with large walls. Thats when I became another tree, standing and dancing in the wind. That's when I was halfway to who I am today. This present day. On this cold and harsh ground named Earth.

Nothing made sense when I was a young boy. Of course, what did make sense when you're young? Death was simply over-looked and we were all so naive and oblivious to the fact that if you push someone off the cliff, you'll never see them again. We never took anything seriously. We were always joking, running, laughing, and of course, playing. All of these laughs and all of the nips we gave each other was a small life lesson played out into a game. When me and Mitch, a young colt that use to be in the herd me, my sister, and mom use to be in, played all the time. We would rear up, bite each others necks, kick at each other, run, etc. I never really understood why everyone played in such ways and why no adults stopped us. It wasn't until my first fight ever, to live and the desire to live kicked in, it was until that first fight, I figured out why Mitch and I were so rough with each other. I remember making us bleed because we'd do something wrong or bite too hard or whatever. We never got in trouble for it. Maybe it was simply because we were friends, and maybe it was because that's how reality was . . . if you thought about it anyway. It really is, think back if you disagree.

My attention was snapped away from me when a raspy voice of a female trudged along and into my twin peaks. Blinking a couple times, my 'brows' came together as I gave a slight frown. Why was I the one to get someones attention so quickly? Why couldn't someone, anyone, just leave me alone? For once in my life, when I felt free from all others and when I felt there was nothing more I could and needed to do, when I felt there was peace and when I felt like I actually can breathe, someone would always make their way up to me. It frustrated me, but kind of gave me hope that I didn't always have to be so dark and always have to be anti-social. But when that day when I do figure it out, it'll all be too late and I'd be dead. Something, of course, I cannot do.

"I do mind, Valore"

My tone was dead, flat, monotone, nothing. I was completely bored with reality and I didn't want to face it. Yes, today was my day, my time to be suicidal. Today was my day to be depressed, and I wanted to do so alone. No attention. No other living soul. Alone.

"Berlin, if you really must know"

I was staring off into the dark trees when I responded the first time, but when I replied with my name, I looked at her. And there she stood in front of me. Charming looks, but I was not the one to fall so quickly and so hard. In fact, I was probably the last stallion you'd find to be all lovey dovey and all over other horses. That, was just not me.

WHO NEEDS ANOTHER MESS?
WE COULD START OVER
JUST LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND SAY I'M WRONG
NOW THERE ONLY EMPTINESS
VENOMOUS INSIPID,
I THINK WE'RE DONE - I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!

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Comments: Valore is a really interesting name(: Berlin is just being so dumb right now, haha.
Lyrics: Psychosocial, Slipknot
Using: Berlin
For: .:V:. ,, Valore

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[.:V:.]

Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted

This brute was something else the way he talked the way he carried himself. Either he didn't care or he didn't want to care about something. Maybe it was life maybe it was death, no matter what it was there was something strong holding him back. She was a little different and that was not hard to admit. She had never been in the presence of another other then her mother and father which there was no much to that. There was not much time spent there either. She knew not how to act infront of others, Only herself. It could be a downfall but at the same time she was not the type that needed the compassion of another. She had never felt that kind of compassion so therefore she had no idea on what it even felt like.

So his name was Berlin. It was time for her to start taking in names. She had to remember things even if it was not something that she would need to remember for life. This was good practice if nothing else. She was feeling fiesty but could tell this wasn't the place or time to push anothers buttons. She let out a sigh. This might not be fun after all. Being in the presence of another was suppose to be part of the journey of life but she wasn't feeling it at this point.

So delighted to meet you. I take it you feel exactly the same way

It was like there was nobody out there that would understand her and her quirks. She was on the long haul that was for sure. She let out a sarcastic yet dreadfully let down chuckle when she finished speaking. Just another let down in life. She was starting to get used to this. She turned from him once again looking at the mucky waters. She could see the shadow of the creature it was far off in the distance. Far enough for now...but she was willing to act quickly if need be.

[BERLIN.]

THERE ARE CRACKS IN THE ROAD WE LAID
BUT WHERE THE TEMPLE FELL
THE SECRETS HAVE GONE MAD
THIS IS NOTHING NEW, BUT WHEN WE KILLED IT ALL
THE HATE WAS ALL WE HAD

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Suicidal, depression, anger, happiness; all of these are the emotions we carry inside of one another. We all have these things, some may be buried ten feet below your skin and some may be so close to bursting and ripping you wide open. I never knew my sire, so I never really knew who he was. However, I did know my mother. My mother was suicidal with heavy depression. Of course, we're equines so there were no such thing as medication and what not that the humans give each other. All we had was each other and so long as the rest of us were strong, she'd be okay. The one thing was, once upon a time, we were a part of a herd. A herd that held six mares, including my mother, and eight foals, including Paris and I. The band stallion was large and strong. He is only a blur and only a fuzzy in my mind, but I remembered him clearly that one day. Maybe not his features, but of what he did.

That day when my mother wondered off a bit, another stallion had caught sight and sent of her. My mother was in heat that day, with two young foals at her side. The stallion, completely ignoring that he was intruding, came charging toward my mom. Quickly, she told us to run and she was soon with us. As we galloped back into the herd, the band stallion named Zerk found us all and that other stallion. Taking the stallion as a threat, which indeed he was toward the three of us, he fought the stallion and only received a couple bruises and cuts. Nothing major, he was use to these kinds of things. But Zerk was not happy with my dam. He was pissed off, screaming at her and making sure Paris and I stayed with the herd as he and my mom went off to have a small "chat". Worried, I scurried off into the woods and to the back route that I had found only a couple days before their fight. My mother was not the lead mare of this herd, that was taken place by Izzy. However, my mom was not the lowest mare in the herd, which was Scorch - a small pony who just arrived the other night. Anyhow, I followed their scents into an open field to find him kicking, biting, scratching, and just hurting her. He kept on repeating words such as, "You like that? Huh? You made me get more scars because of you. It's a privilege to stay here, not a right. Get the hell out of here if you're going to keep acting this way. Go! I know you want to. That's why you lured that stallion in here. Thinking that would be an easy way out. Well here!" kicking her neck, my mother only closed her eyes and winced in pain. She knew if she let out any sounds, she'd only get beat up more. "Get out of here" Zerk squealed loudly, pinning his audits back and trampling over her. Getting up, my mother dashed off into the woods, and I only laid on the ground, scared to move an inch because Zerk was just now going to inspect his lands.

Well, I suppose that was a good enough memory for me, now wasn't it? I got to see how my sire was, in reality, and not in front of the herd. I don't remember him much at all, besides that incident. I remember my mother's face clearly, I watched her very closely, but was too young and too weak to run out and save her. I wish I could have done something, but what could I do? I was only a foal. So, there you go. You and I both know my reasons for behaving in such ways now. My dam, suicidal and had heavy depression. My sire, had anger management issues and couldn't control himself a lot of the times. Explains me perfectly, right?

Sighing deeply, I flickered my audits and swished my tail from side to side. Glancing away from the mare that stood not too far away from me, I glanced into the woods once again. These woods, the way they screamed out, reminded me of so many things. Narrowing my eyes slightly, I could only pick out a slight fuzzy figure. Debating within my own mind, I finally decided it was my mind playing tricks of me. Snorting, I shook my head and looked back at her.

Valore's words caught onto me quickly, ringing into my ears. I was not the one to start sarcasm with, especially when I was in a depressed or suicidal mode. I don't blame her though, I understand that she just met me, but even just the vibe . . . couldn't that give her a warning. Narrowing my eyes and flicking my audits flat against my cranium, I couldn't help but to let my lip twitch into a snarl a bit.

"Right, because you know me so well"

I stared straight into her eyes. I had no fear what-so-ever in my body, not with these powers that had my back anyhow. I was sure she had a power, but I had no clue what her power was. Fire? Burn me, I only reappear like those nightmares you wish wouldn't. I was that nightmare, the one in everyones dream. I cannot die, I can never die. That was an amazing thought.

Flickering my audits forward, I looked away from her and shook my head slightly. This mare had something about her, yes, there was a different thing about her - but didn't we all? We're not all just colognes of one another, we're all something new . . . something different. 'Brows' pulled close together I took a couple steps away from her, moving forward. My eyes kept forward and occasionally, back at the dark forest. Besides that, my eyes stayed glued away from her. Not that I was 'afraid' or 'timid', but simply because I was not interested in what she had to say next.

WHO NEEDS ANOTHER MESS?
WE COULD START OVER
JUST LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND SAY I'M WRONG
NOW THERE ONLY EMPTINESS
VENOMOUS INSIPID,
I THINK WE'RE DONE - I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!

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Comments: Berlin, berlin, berlin >.<!
Lyrics: Psychosocial, Slipknot
Using: Berlin
For: .:V:. ,, Valore

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[.:V:.]

So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted

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The mare watched him as he moved away from her. He was sarcastic in a way that screamed get away from me. So who was she to not leave him alone. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't yelling for her to get away from him. She had no idea on how to act to him when he walked away. She stood there and just stared. She wanted to be accepted somehow but not out of pity. She couldn't think of what to say to him. She didn't even know if he would be willing to listen to her if she was going to say something in retort to him.

She took a breath and lowered her head. She moved her hind right leg forward and rested it on the tip. She kept her ears forward but not in a daring way. She studied him and his movements. She watched as he took breaths. It was her little way of reaching out. She didn't mean harm to him as he brought none to the table either. She was thankful for that much at least. She stood her not moving a thing other then her sides when she breathed and the occasional tail swat at the svelte number or pests that seemed to eventually rid her anyways.

She remembered standing like this one other time when she was unaware of her surroundings and by her father when he was out in the valley. He was not as rude to her as he was the other foals. She could have handled it but was never given the chance. She always new negative attention was better than none. He would always say to her. "Somebody will get you just like i got your momma. But I don't hurt her cause she knows how to abide by the rules now. Always follow the rules." She didn't want to be in prison when living somewhere. She wanted somewhere she could do what she wanted whenever as long as it had no interests of any other. She began to think of other things just getting away from her father. She was young but not dumb.

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