time for [ fun ]

[`breaker.]

`starscream.

oh what a shame, all the filthy two leggeds were gone. time for the mice to play while the cats are away. i smirked at my own hideous humor. if you could see into my depented mind you would find so much more there then sick offensive jokes. i slinked my way 'cross hell's roof along the valley of the claiming grounds as i entered into this new hell hole i would call home till the day my thump thump beat its last. one walked past me. poor fool. next second i walked away, the other equids screams echoing 'cross the valley and into my own dreamer. a sport? nah. a hobby is what i call it. my onyx carcass was pulled to a stop by my loathsome knives as i turned to look behind me. already others had gathered pondering as to what the hell had happened to him. like i said before, poor fool. but it was time i settled down. stop my foolish games of killing for the enjoyment and actually find a land to rule. yes, i wanted to be queen. and i would get it too. even if it meant taking down the other wenches that stood in my way. my parents had claimed me to be dangerous when i was born. the elderly had scolded for i was all onyx. not even a spot of white appeared upon my tained carcass. the threads that moved away the pesks during the hotter seasons were onyx. the opticals? onyx. so they banned me from the herdlands at the good age of a yearling. i shifted once more. these were the badlands. and i was the bad. i cackled before i lunged forward and moved along the desolate grounds at a three beat.

[KAFFEINE]

xx A ring-a ring-a roses, a pocket full of posies, a tish-oo, a tish-oo, we all fall down. You fell so far. The plague, perhaps you're choking on poison instead. Feel the acid burn your insides. Pull the trigger, a silver bullet between your all seeing eyes? Well you didn't see that one coming. Watch the blood drip from your head like water from a tap. You're fading now, your life, for what little it's worth, ebbing away with each second that passes. Daddy could have paid your ransom, but you just weren't worth the ten thousand dollars it cost to save your life - he paid the cost of the bullet instead, reluctantly. Can't you just drown him instead? Drowning lessons. Your own blood filling your lungs, coughing up deep crimson though you know it's too late. Cry a million tears for your life, it doesn't change a thing, you're still gonna die. A bang and a shriek, be thankful it was quick this time. Watch your body crash and burn, I want to hear you scream as the flames writhe around you, you're little more than ashes now honey. A hobby? Watch out that it's not your head on the block. The axe swings down, eleven seconds until you stop twitching. Watch me spit at your feet, pride won't do you much good now. Mistakes drawn up, raked over with your bloody razor blade from the throat you slit. Sugar sweet venom dripping into your veins, losing my sanity at fifteen miles per hour. And if you think you can take no more, baby this is just the prologue.

xx Though the brink of summer dragged out the wretched daylight to almost innapropriate lengths, it was with gratitude the night finally began to close in on him, slowly engulfing his primarlily jet frame in the suffocating darkness. The sun fell swiftly now, the last traces of its fiery hues casting overlapping shadows onto the surroundings and wiping out the viridian shades of the daytime. Grim clouds threatened to obscure the waning moon as it was flung into the sky. He watched it passively, its frosted rays a constant reminder of the loss of another day, edging every living creature a fraction closer to its death date. And who knew what that was coming? A grim setting for some. However, others would almost certainly revel in it, pleading in vain even to their own minds that it would make them appear darker to their peers whom they supposedly cared naught about. The bastard in question, here, however, did little but regard it with apathy.

xx Already, his imagined plan was unfolding itself in the depths of reality. Step one, a land belonging to his self. Check. Step two, members. Well, that was a work in progress – indeed, the reason he was here, skulking through the fading light, cyan orbs darting with the precision of a hunter with an arrow, looking for some wretch that could confidently be classed as one of the damned. Little time was spared by him for those that waltzed up to him, with their pretty but useless heads, demanding the position of queen immediately, and when rebuked, threw a juvenile petty tantrum that instead of the desired reaction of fear and submission, instilled only a brief shock of amusement into his pathetic mind that, for what they were worth, reflected his emotions upon alabaster and rose splashed mug. If they wanted to be queen, they'd have to fight for it, and risking damaging that silky pelt of theirs. Reluctantly, he roused himself from pointless musings. Twisted tree branches caressed his middleweight frame with the kiss of the lover he’d never have. Almost violently, and irritably at best, he made a vain attempt to shake them off. Limbs propelled the young hellion forward in an increasingly quick double beating rhythm, until the trees ceased to grasp at the thick hide that covered his chassis, and open fields stretched before him.

xx Harks flickered lazily to and fro, catching the screams of the desperate femmes longing for protection. Without a second glance, he passed by them, ignoring the exaggerated calls of indignation directed at him. He needed a fighter, a bitch capable of standing up for herself – someone who wasn’t afraid of the crimson that would fall from the dying veins of his enemies. Oh, it wasn’t to say he had a lust for blood, there was always a hidden price to be paid, but if the prize outplayed this, the adrenalin rush could be describes as little less than divine to him and he is little afraid to go for the jugular. Still, he is naught of a typical dark, for he will not attempt to savage another unless they hold something of his desire – or he holds something of theirs. True, he was immature; perhaps he could even be considered slightly naïve. Still, he was often so inclined to fight dirty in that glorious but petty way of his, the unwritten but generally adhered to rules of combat meaning little to him. There was nothing of insecurity in his mind, his aura was one of smooth confidence, but probably too prominent was the arrogance of his youth that had not fully dispersed, even at the age of five years. A charmer, you presume? Quite the opposite, it it was this cocktail of feelings that caused him to despair those dancing around to the maypole, and cut straight to the point. Blunt? Definitely. Rude? It was not on his agenda.

xx It was then that the brute focused his attention upon one female. Faded sapphire lanterns moved together to view her in more detail, twin towers resting in a neutral stance. His tempo remained unchanged as he neared her, hindquarters finally coming underneath him to halt a reasonable distance from her. Indeed, some of these bitches were crazy, he knew the dangers of trespassing too close and a nip to the life vein. Pallid facade dipped an almost unperceivable fraction, a mark of respect to those watching intently, however reluctantly given it was. Neutral, though perhaps slightly harsh tones fell into the atmosphere, a lack of intent surrounding them though the truth was far from it. “Greetings, madam. I am Chemical Romance of Paradise Lost. And your name, if I may?” Barefaced flattery was not something that suited him, something he’d accepted and had ceased to use upon leaving adolescence – around the time it had also dawned upon him that such false praises went hand in hand with claiming useless little girls. Still, there was little to be gained by being rude. The pretentious rays of the moon fell upon the gathering, stars twinkling amiably a vast number of feet above them. Ah, how very Romeo and Juliet. What a pity relief there was to be little romance.

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words ;; 1163
comments ;; quite a lot of muse today, though parts of it are recycled from another side.
status ;; complete.

[`breaker.]

`starscream.

ring around the posies. pocket full of posies. isn't that how those childish games are played? who needs those childish games when you have nothing more then the sweet taste of reailty knock knock knocking at your door. the sweet smell of the rancid vampires stunk up my nares as one entered into the realm of the wanna be darks and waltzed 'cross the terrain in his authorative manner. i rolled my icy orbits in distaste for this monster and hoped to the demons below that he would not come my way. seemed like a big shot to me. just like all the rest of those loathsome creatures that some how found their way into my precious world of terror and then destroyed it with romance and wanting to be all touchy feely. well i wasn't that wench. sadly, i had ended several fools lives once they had began on me. damn posers.

the winds from the north swirled 'round my onyx carcass and lifted up my threads and banners as i sighed and snapped out with stained ivories at an invisible force that seemed to invade my own personal space. i hated having my space invaded. but i wouldn't rip your head off if you came to close and you actually had manners about it. i shifted my course away from the light lands that spelt like roses and all the goody stuff that the lights spoke of and dreamt about. bah, a bunch of shit if you asked me. once again my diamonds slowed my three beat lope to a two beat tango and nares picked up the scent of other wenches entering the hell hole. a smirk played 'cross my slack mugs as i suddenly spun and took off towards the entrance of the dead. i could be their own personal welcoming committee.

i slowed once more though. nares had caught the scent of the vampire again. harks flattened in their gravesites as i spun and glared out at the rugged terrain that lie between me and this invisible force that somehow had me captured. i shuddered at the thought of even being captured by the steed. being a pawn in his game of chess. but whatever the cause i would show this player that i was a knight, not some bitch that would bear his spawn. i sighed and allowed oxygen to pass through my widened nares into the cool dome that lie above my carcass. then he spoke behind me. harks lowered again into their gravesites, a simple reminder of what i was and who i was.

i turned, slow and deliberate as my opticals prepared to hold the bastard in my eyesight for as long as i could. withers shuddered with a sudden memory of my past and then faltered when i knew i was stronger then that memory. his vocals spoke, dipped into my dreamer and expanded outwards before i could respond in my own raspy lyrics, 'lo there chemical romance. starscream of no lands. i watched him. there would be no romance stories here. a smirk drug o'er my mugs again in pleasure that he was looking for what i was looking for. i shifted my mustang lined carcass and waited for his reply lyrics.

[KAFFEINE]

<sub>xx Alas, childish games are best known by children. And I'd keep your little nursery rhymes dear, for reality claims an endless cycle of the boredom of life and the razor edged claws of death, a never ending tragedy for the masses. Hear the knock of the grim reaper upon your door, and don't expect him to listen to any last words. There's nothing left for you to say, soon you'll be dead anyway. If he's going down, you're coming with him. If you think he's a big shot, you'd be right - watch him pull the trigger next to that pretty little head of yours. Oh, vampires will never hurt you - he may waltz, but he's far from leading a merry dance. We dance in misery. What a shame your perfect little world has been so rudely interrupted, and what a pity you've asked for it by coming here. If fools should die, you're most wanted number one. I brought you my bullets when you brought me your love. Such a shame you're just a pawn in my little game of chess. Watch your crown fall to the floor, smashed beyond repair. Cry a tear for each of the million shards of broken glass that pierce your heart, torn beyond repair, passing the time until the cops get find you because there's nowhere to hide and your brain is far from bulletproof.

xx It was the so called difficult femmes that brought him considerable amusement to his otherwise somewhat dreary life. A chuckle would bubble in his throat as they demanded queen. If they refused to fight to be above a whore, why did they not join the ever rebelling maidens? Indeed, he was not one that designated high positions on the strength of arrogance and a pretty facade. Oh no, he wanted a bitch who didn't mind a bit of blood upon occasion, even if it was her own dripping all over the pavement. Not to say he wanted a suicidal ess who'd throw her life away as soon as blink. His own twin towers flattened reflexively with her own. Cyan lanterns danced their pagan ritual in his prominent sockets. Harks once more flickered forward to listen to her rasping tones. Starscream. Hmm, interesting. Inwardly, he cursed himself for allowing a name, of all things, to even consider influencing him. His own vocals were emitted quickly, sharply perhaps. Starscream. Well, I'll cut to the point. The offers open to join the royal lands as a member of the army. True, she what what he was looking for, near enough. A knight - provided she was willing to suffer in the name of the darks. He came to support his weight upon three limbs, the fourth creating a jagged arc as it rested beneath him.

xx A vague sense of boredom washed over him, threatening to engulf him despite its passive stance, yet he ignored the impatience of his youth. His bulk now shifted equally onto all four appendages, his crested serpentine stretching out slightly. His heavy head dropped to the sun dried soil and lips drew back to reveal crooked teeth as he ripped at the few malachite stalks she could find. Realising it was scarcely worth the little effort it took, dial lifted slowly, a hind leg coming to rest once more. The drumming of footfalls upon the solid topography drew his mild attention. Harks flicked back and forth, locating the direction of the noise. Alas, just another foolish wretch making a show of herself. Calm dear, were you trying to be comedic. With a dismissive glance, his orbs flickered back to Starscream. No, it was not love at first sight. His heartbeat kept its same tempo. Breathing remained the same rhythmical motion of sharply inhaling oxygen into worn lungs, then belting out the carbon pollutants for which he had no use for. Suffocating was not on his to do list for today. Bloodlust? Well perhaps, yet it was not his own blood to be spilled.</sub>