Folklore Enters (Is anyone there?)

[insanity]

I enter the city. It appears to be empty of any other souls. Still, I call out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice echos, unanswered. I stick out here, my white coat like a star on the black sky. An ancient building stands empty. Though only one story and dark, it will do for the night. I walk inside and lay on the torn carpet. Silently waiting for someone else. But of course boredom takes over after a few hours and I finally stand. The area around me is barren and abandoned. The pollution and dust in the air even makes it hard to breathe. What I wouldn't give to have stayed back home...
The day is young and the raging sun is not yet at its peak in the sky. As I glance up to look I'm blinking in the light. As I look behind me, I wish I had something extra to defend myself with, as natural fears strike me like a human's bullet. Questions pour into my mind, what if there isnt any food or water? Are there any cruel horses here? What if I'm all alone, forever? A twig breaks somewhere far away and I flinch. Who am I kidding? I'm no one out here, just a mare with a lovely face and a fancy trot. I couldn't scare anyone, no matter how hard I tried. Even with the blood of my own sire on my hooves some three years ago I wasn't intimidating. But that was a place of ragged mustangs with pointless lives. What about here? I kick a rock around while I survey the area. Tall buildings in ruin lay everywhere. Despair and darkn, ess join them. Its not safe here. The firey embers of my soul flicker with fear and hatred. Fear of the unknown, hatred of what I've become. So, I stroll with as intimidating of a walk I can manage and hold my head high.

[Racing]

A tall soldier swept behind the pretty girl, following her soundlessly and thoughtlessly. The stallion wore his cloak, shadows darting at his feet and flames in his blood, black eyes dead as coal but the heat in his heart threatening always to light them. Knowing well that with his cloak on, he wouldn't be seen, heard, scented or oftentimes even felt, he was content to be barely a stride behind her where without it, he would linger and trail and generally be more cautious. Ears pricking at her words, he snorted softly, grinning to himself with fangs that glinted in the sunlight. Fornever Ending was a cruel one, and in his own territory he was especially so, though he considered the Forest his as well; which it was, he was Lead there too. Stretching muscle and skin over a skeletal frame, the ghost sniffed deeply close to the mare's hind, checking for heat in case she thought to hide it. Not sure if he smelled it or not, the stallion backed off, pacing behind and in circles around her while she still couldn't see or know he was there. Ears pinning when she thought to enter a building in his territory, the forcer followed, twisting his head almost snake-like when she lay down before him. Snickering to himself, the duke turned and moved to another building nearby, plucking a rope from his stock and returning to the mare, leaving it looped around his neck and hidden by his long mane. Pacing alongside her as she wandered, the stallion maneuvered himself so he was several strides in front of her, turning to face her.

Tossing those very same black threads, Storm stood directly in her line of sight for the grand reveal. Waiting for a few moments, waiting until she was looking in his direction, the proud bastard dropped his cloak, invisibility fluttering around him before shredding away, power rolling off of his strong bod in waves, heat rippling the air around him as he smirked. "This is my territory, love, and you're on it," He hissed, ears pinned, cruelty reigning his words and motions as he lashed his tail and scraped a hoof along the ruined pavement. Flames lit where his hoof had touched, but he didn't seem concerned by it, instead seeming joyed by it. "State your name and your reason to live, if you hope to have any after you've trespassed." The words snarled and snapped, each with it's own separate bite and kick, each with it's own heat and malice. Storm had started to go mad, left so alone for so long, and that madness made him a very tricky being to deal with. All he wanted in life was to fuck and fight, and if you weren't there to provide either, he would kill you.

[445 words. Ever After - Marianas Trench. I've modified my post to fit yours. :)]

[insanity]

I'm very startled by the silent stranger who now stands before me where there was once air. I've heard of such animals, and heard that they are not to be messed with. I flatten my ears to my head and stand with my legs set wide, to look bigger. There's no point, really, it just takes the fear away. "I am Forgotten Folklore of the Past. But you, stranger, shall call me Folklore. I know nothing of this place and wish you no harm, unless you first inflict it upon me." I say, pausing to let it sink in, "I wish not to fight, and I will not be held captive. I only want to help lead a place like this. Please, I am only five years of age, do not harm me. You will regret it." I don't know whether to fight or flee. There is a small chance that this stallion could catch me if I ran, but if I fight I'm almost certainly dead. I wonder if this one has any captives yet. If he does, I really would not enjoy being one of them. I can't be chained, it murders me from the inside out. Being locked in a cell for even a day would break me. I would never be the same. But perhaps this twisted being is alright. Perhaps he'll give me a position or at least a fair fight. I mean, all evil leaders must have some pity. If not pity, just common sense! What right does he have to control my future? Revved up with spirit, I ask with a twisted smile, "Might I ask you the same question?"
I hide the fear and the hatred, and show only strength and willpower. The stallion is tall, taller than me. I try harder to hold back fear as I realize I probably won't be let go. I'll probably spend the rest of my days as a slave. It hurts to see the truth, but I can't change it. Even if I do escape, theres nowhere to go. I'm far from anywhere I know and far from anywhere safe as far as I'm concerned. My heart beats faster as I try harder to stay calm. I shouldn't be scared, right? He has no good reason to kill me, right? A shiver is sent down my spine as images of what might be flash in my mind. Oh well, maybe I'll survive...

[Racing]

Storm chuckled to himself at her words, teasingly winding around her in circles. She tried to make her stance fiercer, herself scarier, but to the stallion, she was a fool playing at a fool's game. He was male; that automatically made him better, and stronger. In his case, with 99% of mares, it was true-- you'd be hard pressed to find a stronger, faster, more capable boy than he. So he was amused by her words and antics, and in reply, sidled up close to her side, leaning in to try and brush his flank against hers, nipping playfully at her ear as deep shadows danced around his feet and over his coat, body heat striking out at her skin in a reminder that he was the leader here, he was the Lead of these lands and that was not to be forgotten. One ear is pricked towards her, the other flopping, joking, as he is enjoying this game. Storm stretched his neck, whisking his tail over her back before returning to stand in front of her.

He grins, an open grin, one that shows just how lonely he is with the force of want in the gaze that eyes her. "Well, now, Folklore, how could I regret hurting you? What if that's all I want to do?" The posed question seemed innocent enough, but in the next his stare turned cold and dark. "You claim you wish to lead these lands, but you aren't worthy, one who cowers and fears so." Storm rolled his dead eyes, smirking at her again as he studied her form. Absently he replied, "I am Fornever Ending, Lead of the City of the Fallen, Lead Forcer of the Forest of the Night-Mare. And hence, your worst nightmare, for you will be mine." Words casual and tame, mild and bored, if you weren't paying close attention to each individual one you'd be surprised by the quickness with the lasso of rope flung from his maw, aimed at her head at the same moment shadows rose around them, corporeal beings creating a bubble around them to hopefully chase her from the idea of escape. The duke's Thoroughbred bones were already moving forward at a quick pace to cut her off if she did manage to evade his rope, but if she didn't, he was to lay his mark on her.

[394 words. Blackout - Linkin Park.]

[insanity]

Indescribable rage fills me to the brim. I am but a stranger here, and really don't wish to deal with the antics of such a horse. Every fiber of my being is holding me back from starting a fight. But only because I know that I would be killed. But, I manage to kick him well in the front legs before rebelliously staring him down. If I was going down toady, it won't be without a fight. I know what it's like to be wicked and to murder your kin. But I normally don't show it. Today is different, this horse has crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.
He is a different one, not like me. He has no morals and no rules. I, however, live by the basic rules of survival. In other words, I do what I have to do and thats it. I won't kill unless neccecary and won't torture in any form. But then again, this one could be better than I. He could be bluffing. Its not likely, but theres a fair chance.
The stance isn't working, so I stand up straight, and hold my head high. "I am not one to be owned, Ending." I say with a brisk snort, "Even dead I am not yours. Yes, you may think of yourself as charming and tough, but I can escape just as easily from you as from even the harshest human." I continue my lecture, walking around the stallion as he did to me. "Go ahead, capture me. I'll be the jewel of your herd, and also the missing jewel of your herd." I try a different angle, hoping that I stand a chance. Although I already know that it won't work. This is karma in action, karma that is worth several lives. I know I won't escape, and I know I won't be happy about it. I just hope that he doesnt call my bluff...

[Racing]

The black beast snickered, chuckles that quickly turned into full-throated, roaring, mocking laughter. He sidestepped her kick neatly, sneering at the attempt, amused by her pitiful form and power. She straightened, lifting her head, and his laughter grows. Storm pulled his bones straight, rising to his full height of 17.2, and grinned manically down at her, eyes glittering with desire and madness. As he did so, the stallion slipped the rope from his neck, leaving one loop around as he held the other in his teeth, leaving it invisible for the moment. In the next, he rushed at her, shoulder lowered and presented to her teeth, fire sprouting from the asphalt around them. As soon as he thought he felt his shoulder make contact, Storm flung his head above hers and opened his maw, releasing the rope to fall onto her head.

Backing away from her, Storm snorted, and finally replied. "Everything in my terra is mine. You are in my territory, and hence, mine. No one has ever escaped me unless I want them to, and you, you are too pretty to let go without at least a babe in your belly. You won't be going anywhere until you at least have that." And he was laughing again, the stallion finding the poor mare too amusing. As he eyed her form again, Storm tugged on the rope experimentally, to see if she was truly caught in his trap or if he had to employ use of his shadows to chase her into him. Last resort, he could call up a thunderstorm and utterly ruin her with it, if he decided not to burn her with fire or mount her when she wasn't in heat. Fornever Ending waited, sunlight glinting off his black coat, for either her to realize she had become his, or for him to have to harm her.

[312 words. Flawless - The Neighbourhood.]