Memories Cause Madness // Madness Never Wants

[Cloudmuffin - -]

I can hear it, the jet engine
Through the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I'd
Prefer not to be rescued

The mare stands silently, dual-painted irises watching the terrace before her carefully. Every few lapses, her nostrils flair silently as she drinks in what lays before her. So this is what her mother was speaking of all of those years. The thought narrows her peepholes, throws her radars back. It doesn't look that horrible. What could be so bad about a little shadow and dead things? Honestly, she argues with herself, its so cliche. Tentatively, she lifts one dark hued flint, setting it down with less hesitation. Her next step is more confident. Soon the young hoof-stepper is walking confidently among the 'dead things', head held high, ears perked. Fear nor heat seeps from her pores. Defiance glitters in the two stones, one sky and the other earth.

"Think I can't handle myself," she snorts angrily, "I'll show her." The doe trod onward. However out of place she felt, no fear had yet to seep into her soul. Her entire being was poised in defiance and stubbornness. Since her birth, only a day or two over two years ago, the mare's dam had never ceased to stress just how dangerous, and horrible, and ect. ect. the forcing grounds were. Overprotective was about the only word the gal could place with her parents. After years of it, she couldn't help wanting to prove them wrong. Not only that, but knowing she shouldn't be treading on such chaos filled grounds only made it more.. fun.

She had never been allowed to play with the other foals in the herd, chase butterflies into gorgeous meadows, leap into shallow streams. Oh what if she got hurt? Hurt. Ha. This major step into the path of an oncoming train was only meant to assure the flecked duchess that she could in fact survive without her parent's unwavering watchfulness. Even she would admit to how careless it was of her, only she couldn't stop herself. She needed to do this, and do it she shall.

Bracken crumbled beneath her hooves, crushed to a dull pulp as she smoothed them into the dirt. Her path was left leeringly obvious. It wasn't that she did it on purpose, it was just that she had never needed to cover up her presence. The simple thought of doing so was beyond her. The daisy came to an abrupt stop. She was in what seemed to be the center of the cursed grounds. Tall dark trees loomed above her, clawed limbs reaching for her, wanting to make her another part of the forest. However, none of this phased her. Fear had yet to sink in. For now, she simply gazed around, her eyes holding a challenge. She wanted to know why this one place could strike fear into millions of mares and faes.

Two to none
Roads that lead away from this
I'm following myself just this once
And I've got spun

[Racing]

Noiseless beats, a silent cadence of four-four, set to a soundtrack of nothing. Hooves are supposed to make noise, aren't they? Not upon such soft ground, not mine. In soft ground like this, generally there's some noise; dirt shifting, branch snapping, hooves being pulled out with a sucking sound. None of those were present with me, and I blended in with the shadows naturally, so I was unseen by my prey. My prey? A pretty little chestnut thing. Flighty before she'd entered my domain, even more so now. I amused myself by prancing up behind her, then slipping away just before she turned.  When I chose to reveal myself, it was on my terms. I reared up before her, front hooves striking near her face. She screamed, a shrill horrible sound, before falling over herself to get away. I snickered, amusement over for the day. I watched her flee, and as she did I reentered the woods, far off the slightly beaten path. I trailed my chestnut fair, watching as she tore up to another mare. Mare? No, more like filly, but soon to be mare with her first heat. Curiosity stole my mind as I lingered,  keeping so far back I could hardly see, let alone them see me. I preferred the element of surprise, so if I was to go after this filla, I wanted her not be aware of me.  The chestnut mare screeched at the young one, "Have you no sense? We must get out of here before that beast comes! He'll take the both of us, regardless if you're not--!" She was cut off by a loud snap behind her-- just a deer stepping on a twig, but to her it was me, coming for her. She screamed again, a harsh eardrum-shattering pitch, and charged past the filly, leaving just one final message, shrieked over her shoulder, "Run, child, run! They don't care how young you are!" With that the chestnut was gone, crackling noises as she broke through underbrush and ran down squirrels the only sign she'd been there. 

For a moment I considered chase, but lay that to rest after a moment. No use chasing prey when there was fresh meat right here. I didn't need her-- in fact, didn't want her  she couldn't be mine unless she was dead; I wasn't feeling bloody today.    Plus, that chestnut didn't give off the 'mine' vibes that urged me to indeed, make her mine. This new one, however... I skulked back further into the shadows, listening for the telltale signs she was coming this way or going that way. Either way, I'd be waiting in the clearing at either end of that path. Shaking out a luxurious black mane, letting it hang just right over my face and features, I began to tone down my 'Prince of Darkness' vibe, and tone up my 'Average Stallion that knows his way around creepy places' look. Whisking a ebony tail over muscled charcoal hindquarters, I cast a bored glaze to my shiny black eyes as I watched her. Even though she could not yet see me, I was ready with a whole new being for her to see. Mares-- so few cone here, it is a treat to catch one quite like this. And soon she'd be mine... Blue roan, a beautiful creature to be caught, dried out, stuffed and mounted on a wall. And she would be. I planned on her being one of my most prized-- this filly and my beloved golden girl Unwanted. Two rare catches, all mine. I'm a good fisher, after all. 

[Cloudmuffin - -]

You were the fighter
I was the kid against the world
I heard theres nothing
Gonna hold you down

Life exploded before the beaut in the form of glistening chestnut. The mare was flecked with sweat, eyes rolled back in terror. The sight was enough to move the girl, and she stumbled backward, her ears tilting earthward as her nostrils flared. Screams tore themselves from the torchered femme's kissers, screeching a flaming path through the young gal's auds. The lyrics were so shrill the roanie couldn't help but flinch further away. However, fear still did nothing to touch her, only annoyance flit into her pallet. What right did that idiot have to run around screeching so horridly?! A snort fastened itself on the tip of the girl's maw in response to the mare's onslaught of terrorized screams. She held back the burst of air, pity instead taking a hint into her dual eyes. She could see the torment that flecked the bag of bones, the ravage others had wreaked.

The snapping of a twig lifted the gal's night sky auds, dragging them toward the sound. Deer wafted into her sensory, however the other mare seemed to find the deer a horrid beast, and proceeded to leap from the danger with new found fire. The mare leapt away from the young femme, leaving a cacophony of shrill echoes behind in the form of a message. With renewed annoyance, the fille sent a blood-chilling glare toward the only partially hidden deer, startling it with a snort that sent it streaking away - much like the mare before it (though thank Tiana the deer was much quieter) - tail lifted like a white banner of danger. Again left alone, the she-horse sent one final glance around the forest she had set herself in and trod onward.

Light trickled down in more plentiful cascades, and the chicken marked hoof-stepper increased her clip a bit. She could almost taste the fresh air the clearing would bring. Dipping beneath a branch and slithering between two trunks, the dazzling glory stripped herself of the thick forest skin and dived gaily into a large clearing, ears perked and tail streaming behind her confident form. Immediately the chika slammed on brakes, two-toned diplomats locking on to her new target, a black brute grazing on the icky Forest grass. Just the thought of putting her mouth around the dying shreds of green made her stomach churn uncomfortably. Eww.

Eyes narrowed for only a second as the duchess took in her surroundings. Post-glare, she stepped forward, a friendly look on her dark mask. She didn't know who this strange equine was, but whether he posed a threat or not changed nothing. This little gal had something to prove, and prove it she would.

I'll use a lighter so you can see what isn't there
We'll swing at air
Swinging off eventually you're bound
Bound to the ground

[Racing]

The moment she entered the clearing, I knew. I gave no sign, kept grazing like I didn't know she was there. After a minute or two, I raised my head as if to perform a once-over if my surroundings. When my gaze was just the right level, I focused on her. With a smile I initiated, "Hello, miss," Taking a slow, ambling step in her direction, I oozed confidence yet kindness. A gemstone is the best way to describe me-- many faceted, many different sides and personas. This was my overtly kind one. "How are you on this fine day?" it wasn't a fine day-- it never was, not in the Forest. Beautiful to me was a different kind than this pretty thing's idea of it. Muscles rippled 'neath a coat of ebony, and the tall stallion rolled his shoulders, appearing at ease with this situation. It wasn't a lie, he was-- but he had to seem patient with her, calm and steady. He could be, it wasn't his natural tendency. This one mare would be a plaything, a beautiful toy all for him. Shaking strands of his forelock out of his face, the Thoroughbred thought for a moment. Losing himself in thought- a trait even the best could have. A trait that was the downfall of many great lords. That would not be a good thing, I knew. Looking at the blue roan, I kept neutral but kept a smile on my face.  

Everything about me now stayed neutral. I was a block of kind and calm in a sea of dark and death. It was just a part of me, like everything was. My mares... My beloved mares, my possessions, my toys. Soon, all would be mine. Convenient, obedient, beautiful eye AND arm candy. And this one, this blue roam whose name I yet knew not, she would be mine. Like all other, but yet not. Each was special. Each was unique, and had useful qualities. This one would be something of use. 

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Well I believe it all is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess we're gonna pretend
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come

The gal eyes the beastie for a good long ponder, her mismatched irises waiting to pounce on the tiniest bit of mischief found on the stud's face-faucets. He sufficiently passes his exam, and the she-mare does a lady's dance forward to meet him. His lyrics tickle her navy tinted auditories, and she puts forth a smile, just for him. "I suppose it depends on your definition of fine day." She chuckles, smile extending it's warmth to her earth, but leaving her sky cold and accusatory. It is the norm for her to appear so split, brown orb showing all the kindness, blue orb showing all the suspicion.

Black on black was how he appeared, sunlight spawning a glittery onyx furred tallie, lean legs simply screaming Thoroughbred origins. She noted smugly that he seemed oddly kind, not the monster her dear old mother had described. Instead of cruelty and madness, his features were patient and kind, considerate even. The girl also noticed how he didn't dart forward to give her children - even though that could be due to the fact that she wasn't at all in heat, however she was nearing it - nor to strangle her with some thick rope. All the dark equine did was strike up conversation.

"So," she chortled, "I'm guessing your not a forcer, as I've always been told what horrid monsters they are." Her musical was smug, flea-bitten with a slight bit of teasing. She was rather sure that this he-horse was indeed a forcer, why else would he plague these 'demon' infested shrubs. Surely there were better places to fill your tummy? The roanie's brown iris took on an amused tone, blue eye teasing the darkie. She couldn't imagine this horse doing anything to her, much less beating her into submission. She remained confident and fearless, sure she could take on whatever 'threat' the boy posed.

It's gone, gone, baby, it's all gone
There's no one on the corner
And there's no one at home
Well it was cool cool, it was just all cool
Now it's over for me, and it's over for you

[Racing]

Fornever Ending smiled a gracious smile at the young lady. The handsome Thoroughbred dipped his head to her, in a gentleman's greeting, even as he discreetly tasted the air. Not in heat, not yet. But perhaps nearing it... In which case this mare would make a fine ornament to his cages. Carefully molded auds swiveled to catch her words, and in the next moment the stallion spoke. "No, dear, I am not a forcer, and only a horrid monster when one steps in between me and that which I want." Putting special emphasis on the first 'a' and the last word, subtle tells to see if she would notice, the tall horse remained calm.

"May I know your name, miss? My curse is Fornever Ending." The 17.2 hands high one refused to give her his nickname. He refused, because soon, she would be calling him 'Master' or 'Owner' or whatever he chose, so long as it didn't piss him off. Why would she be calling him that? Because, this little beautiful blue roan would be his, all his, no one else's, no one's ever again but his. And if Storm grew tired of her? Why, then he would kill her. After all, if he can't have her, then who can? Correct anwser: No one. The Lead Forcer of the Forest of the Night-Mare grinned a seemingly polite grin, but hidden in his eyes was a token of menace for those who looked deep enough.

Arching his neck and taking a step, he slowly circled around her, eyes casting a cold appraisal of her assets, a disinterested appraisal, as if he was already mated and was just looking to see if she was harmed in any way. "Miss, you seem... Not lost. Which is odd, considering you are here. May I help you in any way?" Now, the brand of help he was offering covered a great many things, not all with the best intentions. Fornever Ending was still portraying a kind, gentle stallion that was in these lands to help others out... Would he mantain such a facade?

[Cloudmuffin - -]

I got my woof from a white teen - He won't bite me
Fucking with me, and you'll get bitten most likely
Howlin' at the moon - growling at the lightning
Ugh - this thing I spit is mad frightening

Oh so nice he was, the gentle monster that played host for the blue. It humored her immeasurably, even though with one deep look it became rather obvious what was really going on. But no, she was anything but scared. Actually, she was feeling rather brave. Rather naughty. Muzzle snuffles quietly as she checks if this moment is adept, and the lady dancer carreens foward, eyelashes batting tentively. She'd never known seduction, but for a first-timer, the hoof-stepper was sure doing a good job.

Muzz of blue earth dips close to his face, making gentle snuffs of affirmation. "Oh yes Mr. Fornever. My name is Memory of Madness, and I do have a bit of a.. wish" The last part dripped honey from her tongue, falling down with a crash. The entire poem was spoken with such soft irnaste, it made the gallie want to roll with the laughing fits pent up in her barrel.

Her facce went rather serious, dipping ever-so slightly away from the face of the night walker. "I want you to cut the crap." It was a rather simple little song - easy words, steady tune - but the youngling tossed it at him like it weighed a ton. Like she had to lug it at him it was dead-weighted.

Giving a few more seductive eye-flails, the prixie dances back to a distance, intent to study the brute. The circle he had made around her before she assailed him made venom rise in her stomach, made her want to clout him over the head with a quite large something.. made her want to pay a giraffe to sit on his stupid little face. Yeah. She didn't like being circled.

We got the drum hits, tell your kid to get a bit a etiquette
Before he splits his seed to try to spit a bit of rhetoric
You gotta sa-say, g-g-go put it away
Yeah we be runnin' the game, now it's all one in the same

[Racing]

Black eyes glittered now, malice throwing off it's shields and coming to the front. "Well," Spoke the suddenly much deeper voice, "Glad that's over with." Lightning crackled overhead, but did not touch down as the Thoroughbred reared up on his hind legs, shedding layers of innocence and empathy to don layers of confidence and violence. Shadows rushed out from his bodice to coat the area, the little sunlight that had been, now banished from the bleak territory. "Memory of Madness, what dame would name her tyke such a... name? Mm? Miss Memory, do you recognize my name? May I know... your past?" He began another series of circles around the blue roan, a stately frame moving smoothly in neverending circuits. Yes, he had noticed his earlier circle had pissed her off. Wheeling off suddenly to mold his tall frame to hers, he broke off to circle again before maintaining his distance from her in the clearing. He turned his head to cast a cold glance to the dark bay stallion that dared enter his domain when he was at work. The bay shuddered and began to back away, but not quickly enough. As Storm turned his gaze back to his Memory, shadows parted from thier holder and wrapped about the bay's muzzle. He panicked and crashed off, but quickly his lungs failed him and he fell, not to far away. The shadows slunk amusedly back to Fornever Ending, and he whisked a long, silky tail over charcoal muscled quarters.

17.2 hands high at his full height, the beastie amused himself by thinking of his golden Unwanted, who was wanted, but perhaps only by him himself. Turning icicle eyes on the object that currently held his attention, clarity rushed to him in that moment. He began to chuckle. "So, little miss, you believe that you, barely an adult-- no, a teenager, likely--you believe you're old enough, tough enough, to come here? Mares, strong leaders that have been queens outside of this world, once they enter they lose thier rights. They lose everything, and all thier dreams or hopes are shattered. Thier loved one's never see them again because thier bones lay underground, lay beneath your very feet right now. Little one, you like to think at your age that the world is conquerable. That you can do anything, that you're invincible, that you could... Beat a Forcer? Beat, me? Don't think so, dear, you're a youngling that thinks she can take on the big ol' beasties that rule this forest! That rule every land you step on! You think you could take on someone twice your size, someone who lives and thrives off blood and mindgames? Someone who enjoys the fear in your eyes and will do anything to get his kicks? Someone as weak as you could never stand in the world as it is! You will be mine, Memory of Madness! Oh, my Memory!"
And with this the young madman lunged forward, tearing a concealed rope from his neck and moving in, twining around her as he dropped a loop just over her head, leaving another loop already around his own neck. Eyes glittering, glimmering with thoughts of what he could, no, would do to his little Memory. She would forever hold memories of him-- no, she would forever be his. Fornever Ending's Memory of Madness... A beautiful tangent of names.

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Ohh.. Now baby,
You're such a drag.
Ohh.. You tie me up and kick me down,
Ughh.. I'm getting mad

The hunter changed before her eyes, a rapid slip of character. One instant he was doting host, the next, crazed ruler of all things fucked up. And for just a tiny split second - one only she would ever know of - she wondered why she was even here. For a split second, she saw how truly foolish this trip was. She saw how it was going to destroy the rest of her life. And for a split second, she was scared. However, her bravery quickly flooded back into the stubborn spunk she was known for. She would die fighting this, that's what she promised herself as the little blue gave the stallie such a fierce gaze. A fierce gaze of disgust and hatred, of anger and betrayal, of everything anyone had ever told her she couldn't do.

His stream of lyrics ended, and the little pixie just glared, just spat flame from those lovely mismatched pools that hunkered down upon her long dark face. The girlie didn't twitch a muscle as his rope twirled a ballerina dance of captivity around her long crafted neck, didn't flinch as he claimed her as his forever. Didn't startle as he gazed back at her, his own onyx gems glittering with barely concealed malice. And it was all finished, when he was through with his narcissistic monologue of 'doom' and such, the girlie danced over to him, a smile planted firmly on her kissers.

"No," her musical shined, "Your name doesn't stand out over anyone else's I know." She mused, gathering saliva merrily. And then she spat, right onto one of his glimmery black hooves. Her fluid bubbled and gurgled, sliding ickily down his dagger. The she-mare eyed him with mocking happiness dribbling onto her pallet like spilled paint. "You don't scare me Never ole boy. You don't scare me one bit."

Ohh.. Go find yourself another clown.
You poison me.
Ughh.. Your rich venom in my veins.
You're boiling me..
Aww.. & Now I'm penning in the pains

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