Posted on March 17, 2013 at 07:41:55 PM by SKRAELING
A knowing chuckle rises and falls between the two creatures, the strands of noise held together with history and memories that have long since come and gone without any regard towards those living in its wake. These memories speak of a couple so absolutely perfect for each other in all of their fighting dysfunction, a couple that should not have worked out in any way but managed to hold together with a strength that could almost rival that of Evanescence and Sweeney Todd. Those were young days for everyone involved, all of whom are now old and who settle down more often as aching bones grind beneath each stride they take. Then there is the powerful stallion that is Sleepy Hollow, a friesian that never has settled and shall probably die wandering around looking for something in nothing at all, with a haunting power and darkness that was all too similar to the dark mare of Skraeling's lineage. There is but one difference between the tall shadowed man and the smaller heathen of a woman, and that was sanity. Perhaps it is this sanity that keeps him moving, never slowing down though age continues creeps upon him with each passing day. Sleepy Hollow. Only a select few knew the family ties between him and the shadowed clan, a family tie of a half-brother - an Uncle to the creature that stands so tall now, next to the tobiano who knows more than anyone about the strange family that constantly walks the earth. "You know as well as I do that Phantom and Angel are a constant tug of war - they thrive off of it. It makes them happy in their own demented way." Skraeling's words seem to reverberate through the shadows as, within her eyes, they waver and ripple with the rhythem of her words. Memories latched within the grotesque claws of demons stand firm, clear and undistorted much to the rage of the shadowed creatures that wish to break Skraeling's mind, just as they had found a way to break her mother's after nearly a decade of being ruled over by the shorter black femme. "Enough." Her voice is a low and dull hiss to the ears of those mortal, but within her shadow infested mind it echoes loudly, leaving no place untouched by the strict command as once riled monsters sink back into their caves, hissing angrily at the one who surpresses them with great ease. Skraeling will be much stronger than her dam, and will prove once and for all whose daughter she truly is. Many expected Evanescence to break eventually, but many spoke of her children who, with the proper father, can out-stubborn even their dam. And so that test begins. "You're holding up much better, that I can say with truth. I must admit, I was surprised to find you still as nomadic as ever. Both Evanescence and Sweeney Todd had spoken about your strength, but not even I believe they knew the extent of it." Words that should be full of emotion by any normal creature, holds only a twinge of actual melody as a more serious feel takes hold of their conversation. Skraeling will always know more about this tobiano than anyone else, if only because it was her Mother that had lived through most of those times when the man was but a broken and beaten soldier of a war he never truly wanted to fight. It was at the tender age of nine months when she had last seen the warrior, and months before that she had been a typical filly with her need to explore but not before darkness made her a wicked little biter, nipping at the heels of everyone that passed by with ears always pinned back. No, as a filly she looked like a demon instead of the innocence most foals carry, just as now she stands tall with no innocence to speak of. "Things have changed since those days. I see more weakness now then ever before." Darkness wraps itself around each word, each syllable laced with a bitter distaste for creatures that follow like puppies while others wear emotions and hearts on their sleeves without a single care in the world. Then there are some that give way to their demons, instead of finding the creature in their mind and battling with it, such as Skraeling had to do for the longest of times before realizing what it was she had to do. Those with a darker view upon life, these days, seem to take it way too far, but this is merely the view of a filly who has always been surrounded by darkness. She was formed by shadows and created by hate, yet stability resonates from the way she stands. Skraeling is not a perfect creature, she does not intend to be such, but she is a powerful one and she will get what she wants, and will tear down anyone in her path. Those that step aside will be graced with the mare's definition of kindness, while others will get a quick knife to the throat; dropped before they even knew what or who could have hit them.  |
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