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[nemesis!]

N E M E S I S
the frustration, it's a regular thing

It was almost silent where Nemesis stood, the only noise was the hushed babbling of the shallow brook. Quivering all over, the young stallion was definetly on his toes. His ears flicked round in all directions, searching for any precense like a radar. His eyes rolled in their sockets, the white background framing is burnt umber irises. Breath short, his sides heaving, Nemesis lowered his muzzle to the water and took a few long drinks from the stream, the water rushing down his throat and cooling him slightly. He had calmed slightly, and that meant the wall blocking him from his past wsas lowered. Flashbacks flooded his mind, and he was delved into the past.

The sun was high in the sky, and the appaloosa horse was stood alone in the grassy field. He hung his head close to the ground as he waited for his carer to return. Nemesis had lost track of time, but he presumed it have been weeks since he had last had contact with another living creature. With what he thought was his last ounce of energy, he let out a long, drawn out neigh. A call for help. A call for a friend. His ears pricked, but to his disappointment, the call went unanswered once more. Then a new adrenaline pumped through his veins. He wasn't sure if it was because he just wanted to leave, or because he had gone insane, but either way he knew he wanted to escape. Rocking back on his haunches, he leapt forwards and bolted straight towards the post and rail fence, putting all his energy into soaring over it. The ground disappeared from underneath his hooves and he was flying, the fence a blur beneath him. His feet made contact with the grass on the other side and he stood trembling on the landing side. He was finally free...

No! No! He had made an effort to forget the past. This was a new start for him, one away from isolation. The days of captivity were gone, they were history. Nemesis shook his head, the strands of his mane dancing on his neck as he did so, his forelock collapsing into his eyes. His breathing slowed, his heart beat returned to a regular pace. This was his home now. And he wasn't going to be alone.

Word Count: 389
Muse Level: Medium
Lyrics: Situations by Escape The Fate

[marigold_xx]

Marigold

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<sup>Mother was gone. Yes, this was very obvious, but Marigold never acknowledged it. She always just kept hoping, not wanting to ever look truth in the face. The mare always just kept looking, searching, determined to never give up. It was odd, how light and delicate she was, how she usually gave in to others, but there was this one little thing she refused to give up on. It was unlike her, yet her mission of sorts had grown onto her; it was her.

So it should surprise no one that the mare was spending her day not looking for a herd, but looking for her long-lost mummy. She had already raced through fields, forests, swamps, and more, and now she came across a little serene place. The point of her journey still kept locked tightly in her mind, she slowed to look around, then caught site of a figure. She jumped to the side, not having seen the equine before, but then she steadied herself, composed herself. She never met someone without looking as ladylike as possible, just like she was taught to by her mum.

Arching her neck ever so slightly, she stepped forward. Looking over the horse gingerly, she then stayed still and let out a small snort. She didn't want to spook the possible friend, who looked like he had been deep in thought. She started to call out, then stopped, waited. Her gaze swept over the stallion once, twice, taking in details. She noticed the tint to him, figured he had some sort of history in labs, like Mari, maybe..

Summoning bravery, she took another two strides forward. "Hello." Her voice was a quiet breeze of wind, small like her person. "My name is Marigold," she greeted, and wondered if the steed would turn on her. She didn't usually speak out like that, and it made her a bit on the edge, even more so than usual. Her no-good wings fluttered slightly in the breeze.</sup>

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<sup>little one, little one, the sky is falling

319 ! WORDS
Okay ! MUSE
Slightly nervous ! MOOD
Yo ! NOTES</sup>

[* delilah?!]

DELILAH ?!

delilah hadn't wandered this far away from where she'd been living for a while. but she'd suddenly decided it was time for change. and she was determined to get it. her bay pelt rippled slightly as she walked along, her eyes looking at the ground and the shifting to look up from time to time. she kept her pace steady, feeling the need to be a little more cautious. delilah was unfamiliar with this place, she didn't know what things await her. and if there was anything bad, she didn't want to know at all. shaking her head, she snorted softly. her heart was beating faster as her pace quickened from a steady trot to a slightly faster canter. she loved to run, it was simply. just running gave you time to clear your mind. not that delilah had much to think about anyway. being abandoned - at least that was how she'd though when growing up alone - it wasn't healthy. waking up to discover your pelt was a deep blue colour instead of it's natural bay. that was an eye opener. a bit one too.

delilah stopped, taking a few breaths. she could hear faint voices and her heart beat, which was slowing, got faster again. she blinked and looked at the floor. the vibrant red of her pelt suddenly decided to shine and she frowned. not now. it couldn't. no. she wasn't embarassed. was she? now wasn't the best time to be a shining red mare when you were about to meet horses you'd never seen before in your life. she sighed, feeling the redness fade out a little. she took a step forward, walking closer to the voices. delilah stopped only when she saw the other two. her bright, brown eyes were shining as she took another few stephs forward. she didn't want to butt in their conversation so she let out a soft whinny and dropped her head slowly in greeting.

words: 326
muse level: low

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[nemesis!]

N E M E S I S
sometimes i think i'm going crazy

Nemesis' tinted coat stood up, and his muscles tensed. The sinew and ligaments were taught beneath his mixed pelt as he slowly turned to face Marigold. He shot backwards in sudden surprise, his eyes bulging in his sockets. Calm he thought to himself, and he forced his weight into the ground, coming to a neat sliding halt. He walked forwards towards the mare and paused, a few metres distance from her. "Hello Marigold" he breathed, quite astonished to have company once more. So he had come to the right place! Pacing around her, he admired her wings. So she was genetically modified too? Maybe she was even a lycanthrope! Stop getting ahead of yourself, Nem his conscience told him. He was about to say something else when his radar-like ears detected another presence nearby.

Nemesis had considerably more self confidence now. He picked up the scent of this new horse, a mare. He arched his neck, trying to look as handsome as he could. Nemesis stamped his left fore hoof, a cloud of dust arising from the patch of earth his foot had landed on. He snorted as the particles went up his nostrils. "Mare." he greeted, dipping his head. The only contact he had had with female horses had been quite a while ago, where he wasn't fully mature. Now, he was different. And he could sense that these two horses were anything but normal. They had been messed about with, just like him. And he felt so much more comfortable here now. "My name is Nemesis" he said in his best alluring voice, prancing towards Delilah, head carriage graceful, his mane and tail flowing elegantly. The breeze was on his side, making his forelock frame his eyes perfectly. He stopped just beside of her, his muzzle grazing over her neck. And then he was gone, spinning on his haunches and sprinting an equal distant between the two females.

Word Count: 320
Muse Level: Low
Lyrics: Sometimes by Escape the Fate

[marigold_xx]

Marigold

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<sup>The sound of another approaching traveled with the slight breeze, twirling in the wind until it reached the golden ears of Marigold. Her orbs shifted so that she could see to her side, and she started to look for the figure that was the source of the whispering sliding of hooves. Her attention was quickly snapped elsewhere though as the stallion before her realized she was standing there. Carefully she slid her front hoof backwards, ready to turn and run, her heart already racing along. She knew she wasn't very fast; if she had to gallop away, if she were to be chased, the chances of her escaping unharmed were slim.

But her thoughts stopped their mad dash and the rest of her calmed as the stranger formally greeted her, as opposed to sending her off. She looked down respectfully, her sub conscience suddenly remembering that her manners usually governed instinct. Wondering what his name was, as he had not said so yet, she peeked back up at him from under her lashes, just in time to see him spot someone else. Oh! She had forgotten about the other equine she'd heard.

Quietly she raised her gaze all the way, then Marigold turned herself to look at the newcomer. A red canvas, she took in with surprise, but was yet again distracted at hearing the word, "mare." It made her jump after the short period of silence, mainly because she thought the stallion, whose name she was still wondering, was addressing her. "Mare" sounded an awful like "Mari."

Calming herself again, Marigold took a long, deep breathe, and worked to not let it all out in a sigh (because that would be rude, right?). So his name was Nemesis. Her light tail swished against her back legs. Nemesis didn't sound like a very nice name to her..

She wouldn't judge, though. That wouldn't be very ladylike of her. Adjusting her posture again, she observed Nemesis's dance between her and the new mare with a curious eye. She then nodded to the mare, hoping she had heard Mari's introductory already, and waited a moment for the lady to speak her name. Then she focused on Nemesis. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nemesis. Do you own these lands?" Her tone was light, as always.</sup>

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<sup>little one, little one, the sky is falling

379 + ! WORDS
Decent ! MUSE
Polite ! MOOD
Killed s ! NOTES</sup>

[* delilah?!]

DELILAH ?!

delilah couldn't remember the last time she'd come across others. they'd stayed away from her, from the changing colours of her pelt. the often red tint in her green eyes that would only be put there by the devil. for once, she hoped they didn't show. it was unlikely. she never got what she hoped for, never. she watched the stallion, blinking her calm green eyes. they had no red, not yet. but she was glad to have that freedom from them, even if it was only for a while. delilah was surprised at how calm she felt, and that was very calm. she flicked her tail and blinked again, this time slower. but now, when she opened her eyes, the red tint glowed brighter than her red pelt often did. being in the presence of two horses, both who looked like they'd been through the same thing as she had. the other mare, she noticed, had wings. they made delilah feel slightly uncomfortable, in a strange way. she shifted her weight slowly. she'd thought of running, only thought though. because even she knew that running from a stallion who had just addressed himself was rude. and a mare who she'd never even met before. delilah wasn't rude. most of the time. but she did feel slightly scared. why? she didn't know.

she suddenly felt the stallion closer to her, his muzzle touching her neck. she was now fully aware of the vibrant red glow that wasn't exactly a good thing. then she'd noticed he'd called her mare. what a thing. stop she told herself. delilah lifted her head higher to watch him move again. he was a handsome horse, his name matching the hamdsomeness. oh great. her red pelt was no longer a vibrant red. she was now sure it was too red to even be red. it wasn't good. it was horrible. why was this happening to her? she shook her mane, her forelock shifting from her eyes, which were still tinted with red. she'd speak now. delilah lifted her head slightly, giving herself more space to breathe. to speak. she blinked again, her eyes still calm as her movements. "it's so nice to meet you, nemesis

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words: 386
muse level: mediumish :]

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[Tristan]

^{Tristan
[No one will ever change this animal I have become.]}

As the sun's rays shone brightly over the grassy hills of the northern land, and the soft murmur of the babbling brook could be heard nearby, a lone creature walked. With each placement of his heavily furred hooves, a metallic clang also came with it. The noise wasn't loud, but if one were to listen closely enough, it was sure to wake up even the deepest sleeper from their slumber. The beast stood about 15.3 hands high, and sported a coat that was a brilliant and shiny black. It was clear from the sheer power and excellence portrayed by the animal, that it was an equine.

This was Tristan to be exact.

He was a purebred Friesian stallion, but due to extenuating circumstances, his appearance was slightly altered. Instead of looking into the warm, brown eyes of a normal horse, Tristan only had his left eye, and it was a blood red. His right eye was permanently sealed shut, much to the appreciation of those around him. Staring into an empty eye socket isn't the most appealing of sights. Tristan was well-muscled and strong though, and could hold his own in a fight. From the moment that he could stand, he was a vicious and tenacious beast. Not that the pea-brained scientists didn't add to his strength, but getting into a tussle with this horse isn't the most intelligible of ideas in the first place.

As Tristan walked, his one good eye surveyed his surroundings, and he didn't exactly like what he saw. That's not to say that the grassy hills and clear water weren't a stunning sight. This horse was from the southern region were things didn't quite look like this. What Tristan didn't like was the sight of a small band of horses just standing around acting like everything was fine and dandy when it wasn't. It was clear from their unique appearances that the scientists had gotten a hold of them as well. How could they be so nonchalant about being changed this way? The stag gave a throaty snort and stopped walking. He flicked his tail behind his frame and his red eye narrowed. "Ignorant horses," the shadow-colored stallion snarled to himself, "They always think that if they ignore something, it will go away. Well, newsflash, it doesn't."

The Friesian stayed where he was though, and just watched the herd of horses from his position. Unless provoked to move, he would stay here for now. Tristan tossed his mane and flared his nostrils a few times however. That menacing mind of the beast was calculating his next move. And as he did, his easily sparked temper began to bubble like the brook. "Just you wait you careless creatures until I get my hold on you, I'll make sure you beg for mercy. Enjoy your freedom while you can," Tristan murmured to himself. At that point, a plainly devious grin etched its way on the stag's features and any outside observer could see his intentions weren't good. For the moment though, Tristan was patient, and waited for the opportune moment to strike.

Lyrics: Animal I have become Three Days Grace
Word Count: 514
Muse Level: Bueno. ^^
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