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Envious Lands.
These lands suit the dark twisted
creatures that live amongst it. It's
dark, commonly covered with bones
of those that have been attacked or
left to rot. There are mountains
nearby with a freshwater spring for
clean water, as well as some trees
with some life left to them. The
ground is mostly dry, with rough
patches, but by the spring in the
mountains, there is fresh, dark
green grass for the herd to nibble.
Also, within the mountains are some
fallen rocks, creating a couple small
caves for protection and hiding. The
moon shines bright at night, making
the land seem like it's covered in
sun.

Leader(s) of the Herd: Mayhem.

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

...Deep into that darkness peering, long I
stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the
darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the
whispered word....

"Mayhem",

the brute says aloud, peeling his scarred,
blood-red lips back to reveal a smirk.
Lifting his monumental head up, he
stumbled over the dismantled corpse with
contentment of his actions and back into
the shadows. Such an abhorrent name;
Mayhem.

Suited to perfection",

he whispers to himself as he leaves the
crime scene. Not many know of this brute,
which is probably a good thing. A drifter,
a mere shadow in the darkness, with eyes
as black as soot and a coat to match, he
camouflages within the forest at night.
Born with the sight of a night owl in the
dark, he lives for the night and dreams
of fallen souls. See, he has never been the
conversation type. He is exhilarated by the
actions, the death, the color within, the looks
on their faces as they reach for the light and
just can't seem to find it. This stallion is
brutal, terrifying, spine-chilling, and he
uses these traits well. Nothing excites him and
pushes adrenaline through his thick veins
more than the blood-curdling screams of
others beneath him, and that is exactly
what he strives for.

Mayhem looks around the unforsaken
land in front of him, pulling his lips back
to reveal a smile, his teeth stained with the
innocent blood of others. A scream escaped
his strong vocal chords, echoing throughout
the land and coming back to ring through
his ears. This was his, and only his. Though
he couldn't help envisioning of the future
and seeing the land covered with Darks,
like himself. If he built this "army" they
would be unstoppable, untouchable. And
that's exactly what he wanted.

WORDS; 316 TAGS; NOTES; --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

Otherside strolled through. She had been to many places during her life time, knowing one of them would remain her favorite of all. Her heart yearned for it. Return to home, it told her but she couldnt. The black witch had faked her death and now here she was, stranded in a foregin place. Flaring her nostrils, she breathed in the scent of the foresaken place. Death and decay. Snorting, she narrowed her dark brown eyes and shook her head. This place was a mess. The terrain dry. It was fit for vultures.

His scream echoed across the land, reaching her ears but she simply stood. Rooted to the ground, her eyes narrowed. He would come to her.



[align=center]O T H E R S I D E
no such thing as pain.

i like a little competition                                                     from time to time. Letting an angry shriek rip from her lungs, Ari brought her hooves down violently to the ground, almost unaffected by the strain she was putting on her ankles because of it. A solitary sparrow flapped its broken wings desperately in the air, just that much out of the mare's reach. It hovered uselessly, and would be unable to keep itself up if not for the adrenaline pumping through its narrowing veins. Ari was furious, leaping from the ground off all fours in attempt to reach the bird, unaware of the soreness she would feel later in her legs. She could see nothing but the dying bird above her, decked out in red blood and wings dripping the thick liquid to smear on the mare's white face. It must have been hours she was chasing the bird, snagging it with her teeth from the air and burying it in the dirt, only for it to return again and again to the sky. She couldn't be more furious. So led by the frantic chirps from the animal that she'd crossed into land she'd never seen before, and she still hadn't yet acknowledged it. She struck out her hinds legs without restraint, squealing uncontrollably as her ears pinned back against her skull. Her unkempt forelock draped perpetually over her lost eye, her only remaining one bloodshot and widened with what was viewed too often as insanity. tagged:  N/A - Place: N/A - Played by: Fig made by abby of i'm so curious

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem stood over his land, so dark and
dreary. Pleasantly pleased with himself,
a snort escaped his pitch black nostrils,
leaving the earth below him covered in his
blood-mixed mucous. Just as he threw his
monstrous head back up in the air, he
picked up a scent. A mare, maybe two, as
far as he could tell, and the scent practically
threw him around like a ragdoll. He pulls
his scarred lips back into a smirk and
starts towards the scent with a dirty,
mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes. He
spots two mares he had not recognized
and pauses his steps in defense, or maybe,
for an attack.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

He asks with an aggressive deep voice,
throwing his anger into the air as it echo's
around the deserted land. Another scent
pulls through his nostrils as he waits for a
reply. Blood, maybe a rabbit, a bird?

Hmmm. The stench of blood is in the air.

He thought to himself as his dark eyes glaze
around his land. With a quick shake of the
head and blood pumping through his thick
veins, he throws his bloody legs up in the air,
striking the wind as if it was a helpless enemy.
Satisfied with his actions, he drops violently
to the ground and awaits the newcomers
responses, secretly hoping that he would
be pleased with another innocent meal today.

WORDS; 236 TAGS; ARI, OTHERSIDE --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

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He came swooping in. Black bound of mass rolling towards them. The smell of death and blood rolled heavily off of him and she narrowed her eyes, snorting and stamping a hoof against the ground. Ebony ears laid flat back against her skull like coffins. who are you and what do you want? Rude. You know, sounding like a pissed off little boy isnt going to get you anywheres she remarked slyly, not htinking about what his reaction would be. Honestly, it wouldnt phase her. She earned all of her scars one way or another and she wasnt afraid to add more. And right now? she really wasnt in the mood.



O T H E R S I D E
no such thing as pain.

i like a little competition                                                     from time to time. Ari only saw death and attractive violence drenched in red. She could only hear the sparow's weakening sounds of despair, not the eradic stomping of her own hooves, not the sound of her own obscene squealing, not the voices of two arrogant dark horses. She could only smell the iron tang of blood in the air and traces of her own dripping sweat, subconsciously envying it and willing it to never leave. She did not smell the approach of other horses. Her senses were closed to this dying animal. She had always had this fixation with birds, ever since she could remember. She wasn't sure if she wanted to covet one to herself or be like one, but the outcome was always consistent. Letting out a last shriek, she snapped the weak animal from the air as it hovered just a fraction too low, burying it's neck between her teeth and feeling its neck snap. Ari's senses seemed to awake again simultaneously, and she turned her attention to the two beasts who conversed some ways away from her. She dropped the lifeless bird without notice as her throat put out a series of quiet, uncontrollable, and dark laughter. She said nothing, only watched them in sick fascination. tagged:  N/A - Place: N/A - Played by: Fig made by abby of i'm so curious

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

The brute stood as his ears took in a mare's
voice. Cocking his head to one side, he took
her in, his eyes rolling up and down her body,
taking in every scar, every color and muscle.
A Devilish smirk appeared on his face as she
spoke, sensing her attitude. He was pleased
as she spoke, laughing at her "menacing"
sentence. In a slow, sly movement, he started
circling her, with dark eyes intently focusing
on her pelt. With a quick action of his
sharpened hoof, he struck the mare's hip,
satisfaction sweeping across his face.

"Hmm. Thick blood. Dark, like mine."

He states as he moves to face the mare once
again. A laugh escapes his vocal chords as
he faced her again. Mayhem loved it. The
pleasure of creating another scar on another
horse's body. It pleased him, and made the
blood in his veins flow strong.

"Now listen here little lady. If you think
I sound like a pissed off little boy, you're
wrong."

He whispers, circling her once again. In a
swooping gesture, he throws his head around,
tracing the outline of his land.

"You see, this is my land. And you're
standing right on it. So I would have some
manners, unless you want even more blood
spilled here than there already has been."

As he was circling her, he stopped, his nostrils
taking him back to the second scent, the second
mare. He pauses and looks directly at the other
mare across the way, cocking his head to one
side once more, revealing his mischievous grin.

WORDS; 262 TAGS; ARI, OTHERSIDE --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

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Her eyes were trained on him like heat seeking missiles. Her gaze narrowed, holding a certain coldness to them. Only a girl like her would know such coldness after seeing such grotesque acts while she lived. It almost made her wonder what her offspring would grow up to be like. Would they be vicious? Good? She wouldnt know. To them she was dead, buried six feeet under. His sudden movement made her swing her hind end away from him, but it still drew soem blood. She arched an invisible brow, curious at too what his statement ment.

little lady? Snorting, the fifteen hands high mustang rolled her eyes and stomped a hoof against the wasteland of a terrian. Once more, he circled her. Was he really trying to come off as the wolf? She was no sheep and surely the silver scars that marred her hide spoke the truth. Your land? oh im so sorry my majesty

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O T H E R S I D E
no such thing as pain.



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i like a little competition                                                     from time to time. Ari observes the two beasts curiously from her distance, her unruly forelock unfailingly draped over her missing eye and obscuring it from view, not that either of them would be able to notice from their position. Her eye was still bloodshot, pupil shrunk and the brown coloring sharpened. She began to get antsy in watching the slow speech and precise intimidation from the both of them, the both of them their vulgar comments dancing around each other. Ariado was not known for being able to stand in one place for long, and began an uncalculated hop-stepping on her hooves in attempt to keep her mind focused. Breathing in the scent of the mare's blood, she began to grind her teeth in excitement. With every condescending remark from the both of them her lungs bore an insane laugh, one quiet enough to only lightly be heard. Her gaze was fixated on the slight trickle of blood down the mare's side, missing the acknowledgement from the stallion almost completely. But as her eye moved to him, she let out an abrupt snort at his grin, envisioning the dried blood on his lips. She stomped the ground furiously, head swinging around gracelessly. tagged:  N/A - Place: N/A - Played by: Fig made by abby of i'm so curious

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem watched the mare's gaze in content.
He chuckled to himself as he watched her
roll her eyes, and was pleased to see almost
no reaction at his attempt for her blood.
He was pleased with himself, and utterly
excited at the fact that he had two mares in
his presence. Though he didn't know what
they wanted, he secretly wished that they
would be the starters of his potential army
of evil misfits. Going strong in numbers
would be the only way to take over the other
weak and innocent herds, and potentially,
all of the lands in this barren place. Thoughts
ran wild through his head of revenge and
murder, and he was looking ever-so forward
to the future and what it could bring for him
and his herd.

Mayhem snorted at the mare's sarcastic
remark with frustration. A quick smirk
appeared on his dark lips as he thought of
his response.

"My lady, sarcasm does not affect me in
the way that you would hope so. I may have
been blinded by your charm, blurred by your
stupidity, but finally I clearly see that you are
no more than a waste of my time. So with that,
if you don't mind, I must tend to my herd, or
lack of it, and find new members that won't
waste my time with sarcastic remarks."

He stated, waiting for her response with
devious content. His response to her was of
secret intent, intent on her to join him on his
quest of destruction. He wondered what she
would reply back to him, and hoped he didn't
put too much emphasis on his words to get
her to leave and never come back. He knew
that he needed members.

Realizing that the other mare had not yet
spoken, but hearing her slight laugh from the
distance, he turns to finally get her attention.

"It's not polite to stare."

He shouts at her, revealing his mischievous
grin at her once more.

WORDS; 330 TAGS; ARI, OTHERSIDE --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

i like a little competition                                                     from time to time. Ari cocked her head to the side abruptly, watching the stallion speak and only faintly hearing him as she continued to stare enviously at the blood on his face. It took her too long a moment to come back to reality, mind running frantically to keep up. "Polite. Adjective; having or showing good manners or respect for others, socially correct and proper," she mumbled racily to herself, not entirely realizing she was already speaking before she started laughing eerily through the end of her sentence. She finally ceased her anxious hopping and moved lazily towards the two horses, head lulling from side to side as if to a chant. Her eye was focused on his gaze, however, and she pulled a wicked grin in retaliation. The stallion was hardly taller than her, and Ari was not in her right mind to be intimidated. She didn't really have a right mind. She took a moment before she spoke, voice coming out normally for the first time.  "Apologies." tagged:  N/A - Place: N/A - Played by: Fig made by abby of i'm so curious

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem stood, frozen in place, eyes
locked to the mare walking towards him.
He watched her head lull, watched her
hop in her step, and when she got close
enough, noticed her missing eye. He
snorted in surprise. Her voice soon filled
his ears and swirled throughout his mind.
Just one word and that was it? Very subtle,
but he certainly did not like surprises, or
mysteries, matter of fact.

"Well... Are you going to tell me your
name or leave me hanging here like a
rotten apple on a tree?"

He asked, shifting his weight with
impatience. He was always one to get
right down to business, right away. He
always acted on what he first thought,
leaving his impulsive decisions sometimes
naïve. Flicking his tail impatiently, he
glanced around with a bored expression
on his face, hoping she would talk in
return.

WORDS; 145 TAGS; ARI --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

i like a little competition                                                     from time to time. Ari's head lulled heavily to one side, this time with purpose. Her thick forelock falling from hovering over the empty eye socket, and she grinned in response. After having bore with only one eye for so long, she considered her defect in admiration rather than spite. The stallion had a way with abrupt words and the authority he seemed to regard himself with was forthcoming and, for Ari, a breath of fresh air. She lifted her head from where it had been lowered uselessly, rising to meet his height completely and with a sense of courage. However, her courage was usually nothing more than careful ignorance of what others tried to inform her. "I rather like rotten apples, actually," she spoke, in an almost dreamy tone as her mind slipped away from her. She often spaced out in the middle of her own thinking, for no apparent reason at all. Ari rarely noticed when she did so, assuming no time had even passed. "Ariado," she said with a tip of her head to both sides for no particular reason, voice retaining its initial simplicity.    tagged:  N/A - Place: N/A - Played by: Fig made by abby of i'm so curious

-mayhem madness-

fire, dark and burning bright. bright as day, yet, gives no light. in the shadows of the night. take away immortal sight.

Mayhem smirked at the mare, now fully
able to see her empty eye socket and
snorting with admiration. He let go of
a deep chuckle at her response, his ears
fully forward and attentive. He shook
his head, removing his sooty black forelock
from in his dark eyes, which twinkled
with curiosity. He loved meeting new
darks, especially mares, and the fact
that she was here exasperated him in
a good way.

Mayhem's ears flicked as the mare spoke,
swirling her velvety voice in within his
ears and wrapping around his mind.
A devious smirk appeared as he started
to circle her, tracing his dark eyes up and
down her bodice.

"Well miss Ariado, my name is
Mayhem. It is quite a pleasure to meet
you."

He states, still circling her with a twinkle
in his dark eyes.

"What would such a pretty dove as
yourself be doing wandering alone, on
my land?"

Stopping beside her, he narrows his
eyes, focusing intently on her one
eye and her attractive bodice. He stomps
the ground, snorting and waiting for
her reply with his own dark confidence
that portrayed throughout his whole
body.

WORDS; 145 TAGS; ARI --BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP