Hold Me Gently ; Kill Me Quickly

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I am thrown into the cage with brute force. It is all I can do to keep from squealing in pain as my petite hooves slide across the metal flooring. My bulging pally barrel presses precariously into prying pillars of steel running from the floor to the shortened roof of bars that was also my walls and floor.

I am in another building; it seems almost to me like a stable. Around me there are other cages like mine; but empty. I shiver suddenly, afraid of my surroundings.

"Well, Unwanted. How do you like your new place?" His words which before seemed sweet were now like poison. What had I done to have him switch between charming and doting to vicious and terrifying? This beast had planted his seed firmly in my womb, and the child I had thought I was carrying would not be the sweet young fawn I had imagined. Certainly not with a sire as such!

My pale body shimmered as I shiver nervously, raising a hoof nearly every second as I pace in spot. "Why... What did I do to to displease you, sir?" My soft voice was timid now, lacking the frail confidence it had held before. This certainly was a Storm I faced. No... A tempest! A creature of destruction. This was what I had eagerly tried to escape from. But for a forcer, he had been gentle with me, had he not? I am not bearing too many cuts or bruises as should be expected. But still, my belly turns in unease.

It is grown large since our first encounter, and in an anxious manner I gently nudge it with my hind hoof whilst turning my nape to nuzz the creamy hide covering my expanding cargo. Alabaster muzz wrinkles slightly as I make contact with the new life I carry. It moved against my touch; almost as if it knew its dam already.

Touching.

My gaze turns back towards the dark lord, frightened.

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The beast stared at Unwanted, turning his head at the end of her words. She thought she had displeased him? No, no, why would she think that? "Unwanted? Why do you think you displeased me?" Voice soft, he inquired, eyes holding a hint of warmth for one he perceived, one he knew beyond all doubt, was his and knew it. But said hint was hidden so far down in layers of bloodline-carried hate, and a kind of death-inducing depression that was genetically carried and hidden so discreetly under the darkest thoughts and deepest malice. Only those with the kindest of hearts and most intricate of souls, one whom carried a sweetness that pierced their very blood and bones, only they might be able to see it if they looked enough. In that person the demon would look for a friend, a single friend that understood the fragility that resided beneath such animalistic rage that empowered this being. And if that friend was of the opposite sex... Maybe more than a friend, for one that understood Fornever Ending so well. Storm sighed, walked forward a few steps to nose Unwanted slightly, a featherlight touch before he pulled back as if burned, angry he had broken his composure. Spinning on a heel the stallion hissed, casting a single cold and menacing stare at the palomino before speaking, voice iced over and with the stiffness of a freshly pressed suit. "Unwanted. Be good while I am out. I will see no misbehavior upon my return. Understood?" With this the tall frame snatched up his rope and exited the building, slamming and locking the door behind him. 

It was hours before something worthy of sight had entered my range, and when I chased her out I found another... Memory Of Madness. I chose her as my next addition, my next toy, although she bothered me. Something would have to be done about her attitude, although I had never dealt with one that was not instantly scared by me... It would be a challenge, a puzzle that I would enjoy immensely. Looking at her, I shifted my weight and turned to keep walking, answering over my shoulder, "Not quite my taste." My little snide wouldn't hurt her none, of that I was certain. But it was something of petty amusement to me, and amused I was. So I trotted on, entering my territory quickly with her in tow. I undid the lock on the door before Memory came in sight of it, that way she wouldn't know how I tied it. Opening the door and trotting in, I moved to a cage on the opposite side of the large room, opening the door and ushering her towards the open door. When I assumed she had gotten in, or at least was halfway in, I slammed the door. Whether on her or just into the empty space she had just occupied, I didn't care. Securing the door calmly, I eyed the cage before I turned from her back to my Unwanted. Ignoring Memory, I fixated on Unwanted quietly, staring at her with dead eyes yet again. 

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ooc// Err.... Godmodding....

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00c.

Better?

&& sorry, I've gone too long just writing my own stories. I don't realize my minor discrepancies anymore... I shall remedy that.

[Cloudmuffin - -]

Down, Down, down, down,
Down, Down, Down, Down,
Take me, take me
Outta here, it makes me
Feels so, feels so
Na-na-nana-na

The girlie's insides burned at the though of entering the king's domain. The journey had left her with little to do other than muse silently about the particular's of his homeland. She had imagined a desolate land of sludge and ice. A disgusting place to set your hooves. A place so cold and lifeless it froze you to the very center of your being. What she saw as she crossed over his border wasn't far from her imagination. It was cold. Not cold enough to freeze souls, but no doubt colder than the humid forest she had first preoccupied. The cold didn't sit very well with her, but it was nothing over a nausiance. Her breed was built for long snowy winters amidst mountain sides. This land of fallen buildings held not a flame to that. The ground underneath her flints squished in protest to her passing. Not sludge by any means, but definitly not a place she enjoyed setting her hooves. She had never liked the wet kind of cold.

He led her on, and she imagined he was far used to the gross squishing and the bitter frosty chill. And though she wasn't, it didn't show. Ever movement was confident, every step winning. She waltzed in like she owned the place, like she was here of her own choosing rather than because of the tight knot of rope that so roughly cradled her throat.

They entered one of the many dilapidated structures that so warily teetered overhead. Cages filled the room, creating a stable of sorts. It was enough to make her want to spit again on the disgusting heap of mire that led her around like she was nothing more than a stray dog he had pulled into his kennels. A swift glance around noted that each of the cages were empty, holding nothing more than hopeful futures of one more free mare, along with the slightest glint of promise that such futures would be happily destroyed by the metalic beastie.

One cage no longer spoke though, wanting to hold its catch in a grim silence. Within it a small pally stood. She was gorgous, with a melted gold pelt encloacking every harsh word ever spat at her. But the pixie could see past the tempered gold. She was scrawny and scarred. And though her belly was now swollen in the holding of a babe maybe her equal, the roan gal imagined that before the swelling, her pelt hung on little more than bone. Mem stopped for a half second, slightly startled by the prescense of another horse. She gave the mare a furtive look of frustration and confusion, sadness and anger. But when the rope bid her foward, into a cage of her own, she didn't complain, only siddled herself inside and tried not to flinch as the metal slammed shut just behind her.

Her grim set pallet found that of the stallie that had so rudely claimed her as his. He ignored her, prefering to grace his earlier catch with his lavish attention. Sarcasm eminated from the thoughts of the bad-tempered princess, he ears held back with the force of her dislike. However, she didn't let her mask rewaver. It remained a cheery, too-good-for-you-to-get-me-down front that she used to throw the malice filled race horse as far from her as she could muster.

Baby, baby
Here we are all crazy
You don't have to worry
Na-na-nana-na

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Word Count | 667 words, 3716 characters
Lyrics | Follow Me Down by 3oh!3
Special Font | Eurostile

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As the damsels dark master slipped away to smoke, opalescent orbs slid slighted and out of focus. The terrestrial shapes which encastled her threadbare visage danced milky before her. The glistening bars of the juments cage were hissing snakes, twining around a gilded honey-bodice. Earth at faltering feet flew towards the heavens, tombing the Unwanted. Walls of stone, metal, terre and air shrunk about her small frame.

I want to scream, were forthwrit in neurons. Macerated kissers split in terror, soundlessly terrorised. Windows blinked shut once, and opened again in a strange flash of white. Forebones cracked upwards and blazed out and struck the walls closing in. Whipcord tore at the heavy sky and forced through thick hide effortlessly. With the sudden shock of pain, the flailing jeune grew still. A small pinprick of blood pooled where she had been cut.

Deeply dished profile turned to inspect both the abraision and its source. A crimson outjut of metal shone in the doorway of her cage. The hinge was frayed slightly. Innocent and meandering curiousity slid through Unwa's mind briefly before the golden head again hung low.

Where was the Storm? The Tempest?

"Why do you think you displeased me?

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What is pleasure? Acquiescence of severed moments aching only for the precious seconds you gained through reward? Can pleasure be measured in moments, or actions? If pleasure is in physicality, then what is displeasure? Her head spun. The life form in her barrel stirred, discomforted. The mare was skeptical. How could she have pleased the lord if he had treated her in this fashion? A certain faction of hr thinking spun towards his words against his actions.

He had been so sweet.

And then again, he wasn't. The lady grew up in a society of harbingers in blood, she should have known. There is a public and a private face; There is a tease and then a torture. He was both. A tease and a torture. He made her blood curl. He made her heart skip. She should hate him and wish the devil upon his worthy, soulless bodice, but she didn't. He had been so sweet, so charming.

Even in his merciless actions he had been gentle. The stories that had beenused to taunt and shape her as a young foal came vividly to mind. Most encounters of his sort ended in bloodshed and horror.

She was lucky.

Time had flown through the chilling air as a sharp noise struck the femme's lanterns upwards. Her master had returned; but what had he at the end of his rope?

Her heart froze for a second, fearing the worst, tumbling headfirst into haunting memories of her past. Then, light shone relief on the form, and a pretty roan mare was painted in her vision. Unwanted raised her head quickly in surprise. The femmora looked vertinginous and confused for a moment, estrewn with a mask of not caring who or what had bound her or why. Then, her eyes met with the palominos, and the two were conspirators for a heated millisecond before the irony-coloured lass was shoved in an entrapment such as mine.

She tipped her head thoughtfully, trying to ignore the malamute shape before us both.

It was however, futile, as even though gazes weren't exchanged, a burst of history fled through her screen. A hot but barely there touch, ghosting on her body. And then he had left, and the scene dissolved and the golden lady was again in the present. She could no longer stand it, and turned to face a lording stare aimed straight at her. Unwa reared a fraction in shock, before backing up a step or two and looking down respectfully.

What did she say to this beast before her? He appeared and disapparated like smoke, toxic and deadly poison. "Bienvenue, sir," the fairy managed to whisper, voice faint like misting rain on a dark winter morning.

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word count 669 / character count 3,825
muse cemetery drive par my chemical romance

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Storm nodded in response to her words; a language he knew limited words in. The shadow stared at Unwanted, eyes sweeping over her frame coldly, gauging how close she was to foal and just checking her over.  At last Storm unlooped his rope, having left one end around his own neck, and moved into Unwanted's cage. Slipping a loop over her head and leading her from the cage, the stallion remained impassive. He was content to not have her eat anything, but the boy had a soft spot for his first.  Soft spot for anything that was his, at least. Storm walked to the door, shouldered it open, and nudged her through. With that he shut the door and locked it before leading on. Walking up the hill to a solemn patch of grass, the cleanest and best he could find on the terra, he halted and looked at her. "Unwanted?" He waited until he had her attention, then continued. "Are you hungry? If you are, eat your fill. But don't eat too much," He warned, "Wouldn't want you to get sick." Yes. Yes, the stallion, the Lead Forcer, the beast had emotions. He regretted breeding her right when he had met her; this single childbirth might kill her. He didn't want that, now, who would? He waited patiently to see if she would eat. If she didn't, he would have to force her to, and that was not ideal. 

He stared up at his building, then back to her. Then at his building, then her. But no. The demon would not take her to have her own room yet, nor would he invite her in. She was property, nothing more. That is what she would remain until she proved herself more. Storm was mentally kicked himself, for he had been subconsciously slowly reaching out to touch her again. Reprimanding himself sharply the male pulled away and stood at the end of his rope. He just liked touching her because she was shiny, he was sure of it. Shiny was a downfall generations of beings couldn't ignore.  Remaining quiet and impassive once more, Fornever Ending cast a watchful gaze about his land, warily searching out any problems or troubles-to-be. 

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I am petrified, waiting for Storm's response to my rather lacklustre welcoming. Mind snapping back to the past, images of blood whip across my nerves and dance on my optics. It takes all of my restraint to keep my ears taut and up, fighting natures desire to pin the things to my cranium like they were unruly pieces of fabric that Tiana was sewing to my hide. More images of bleeding crimson followed that thinking, and soon I am trembling like the hand of Gorgio was upon me. My eyes are still glued to his, to the eye of the Storm.

He nods, and the darkened feeling nagging at my spine was dispelled with a quick, quiet sigh of relief. However, my paranoia returns when he continues to stare over me, almost as a dog over a slice of hock. His gaze pierces me like ice water, chilling me through the bone. My heart quickens, and I look to my hooves in short, rapid breaths. What did I do now? I am unable to keep my ears from tipping backwards, shaking like a leaf. Fornever Ending's scrutiny tore at my very foundation, seething right through my arbritary hide and into, it seemed, what incomprehensible soul I had left. This was a closer physicality than I had ever experienced with any other horse I had met, and every single cell in my body was screaming out in reaction to whatever it was he made me feel. Fear? Agony? Mindless and hopeless entrapment? None of these seem to fit but I know there is a huge shock of emotion there. The enormity of it terrorised me.

Suddenly, he was closer than breath, sliding the shiny rope past my skull case and over my nape, letting it rest above my withers and on the shoulder bones which jutted out precariously from my skin. I am a filly entranced, the close proximity setting me under a strange and lurid spell. Pillars breaking their stance and moving noiselessly after the great night-stallion of their own accord, head bowed as I follow mindlessly behind this huge beast. My barrell twinges painfully, and I gasp infintesimally before regaining my composure and continuing after the brute.

As we make our way through the door to the stable, as I liked to think of it because of its reason for existance, I feel a gentle nudge that propels me through the entranceway. My crania turns in confusion back to watch as Storm fiddles with the door, locking it. I then tip it thoughtfully, trying to decipher the scene. Then he turns, and leads on, and the moment is gone. Harks flick gently towards my master, hoping for some reason to catch a word from his midnight kissers. He is, predictably, quiet though.

The landscape shifts slightly, and we are meandering up a small hill covered in grass. It browns a little at the top, but due to the slight rain that now covered my coat in a fine mist of cold droplets, most of the grass looked lush and very enticing. As we continue to climb, my stomach twinges again, seducing another small gasp from my pale lips. The vision before me blurs in pain and I must stop for a moment as I shake my petite Arabian head side to side, begging for Tiana to keep me conscious. The last thing I needed was to pass out on the receieving end of a rope held by a merciless forcer.

His voice calls to me, softly. "Unwanted?" It is so strange but lovely that I must raise my gaze to meet his once again.

My crystal seekers blink slowly, and I try to conceal my pain. I have not a single notion of where the pain was coming from, and it scared me. But, Storm was here. For some reason that comforted me. My skin is stretched so tight over my gaunt bones that I would be an oxymoron personified had you not been aware I was carrying child. My grotesquely large belly compared to my almost anorexic frame was ironic and laughable in itself. Then, he speaks again. "Are you hungry? If you are, eat your fill. But don't eat too much. Wouldn't want you to get sick."

[/b] Storm's words are smooth, act like balm to my frayed nerves. I am unable to think of how to reply to such a sweet sensation. Here was my gentleman again; we had been parted in the woods we met in, and were here reunited. I whicker happily but very quietly.[/color]

"Thank you, sir," come the words from my mouth. In fact, I am famished, but a sudden fire shoots through my veins and I fall to my front knees with a small whinny of pain. I rest my cranium on the ground, panting. Perspiration beads at my temples and I press my muzz into the cool stalks of grass, as I feel instantly on fire as the fever surges through my body. My barrell releases its fury on my body again, lips slipping out another whinny. What's happening to me?! Terrified, I try to leap back to my feet.

Precariously, I am able to stand, breath surging in huge gasps in and out. My legs are splayed in all directions, frantically trying to keep myself off of the ground. There is no way that Storm missed this little fit. I gasp again but not in pain; I forgot he's here! Oh no, what's he going to do with me? Tears begin to run down my face. He wouldn't have any reason to keep a sickly mare about him, even if she was going to give birth to his offspring! He swims in my vision as the edges of my sight start to go black. There is a rushing sound like a huge storm of wind passing through my ear canals, and my vertigo tricks me into thinking I'm already falling.

I try to whinny, gagging silently when the sound gets caught in my throat. I feel like I'm losing control, falling. Where am I falling? Another lash of fire lances across my swollen stomach and I stumble forwards. My muzz reaches desparately out for Storm; I feel lightheaded, I'm falling. Where am I falling...?

And my consciousness laspses.

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word count 1,070 / character count 5,715
muse the westerner par falling in reverse & dream on par aerosmith

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Lips parted in a silent oath-- he had wrongly guessed. The stallion moved close, attempting to stop her fall but late, far too late. She hit the ground and Storm winced, wondering why he had not noticed this before. Gritting his teeth the beast summoned a pair of shadows to help him move her-- and move her they did. Taking her into Fornever Ending's building, the one he had chosen as his own quarters, and lying her down on the cold stone floor took just minutes. Unlooping the rope from both their necks, the beast looked at the carefully laid wood pit, and lit flame to it. Then he sighed as the fire began to warm the room. He knew he shouldn't have done this. Baring teeth at himself the lord began to pace, wondering what he could do. His poor Unwanted. He halted in his pacing and whisked his tail anxiously, before a thought hit him. He could make her more comfortable? So this is what he set out to do. Ripping up great clouds of soft dirt from the outside and dragging it in using his magicks, the stallion made a large and hopefully comfortable box-type bed for her, then gently laid her upon it. Going back outside and ripping up much of the lush, ripened grass, he laid it near her head, and then carved a bowl into the floor, filling it with rainwater, attempting to purify it. Believing he had done all he could do to make her comfortable in his living room, he admired the view from the large windows. 

Then he turned back to her. Flitting about, eyes remaining always on her, concerned about her for reasons known not to the shadow, Storm watched nervously. First births were always the hardest, and putting such pressure upon her fragile body... He could attempt to heal her with his most recent Magick, but did not know if it would work, considering that it was not necessarily healing she required, nor was Storm a female, so he could not feel the exact pain and hence might not be able to. Fretting at his windows, his ears strained for a sound from her, Fornever Ending waited.