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Post by mystical on Jun 21, 2009 18:42:28 GMT -5
Paranoid
|| I'm not crazy, just a little paranoid ||
The shadows of the afternoon were practically nonexistent, just like the breeze and everything that contained rain. Rain, what an odd word. It was hard to picture it after a month of wandering through out a desert, only to come to yet another rainless place. I liked rain, it was as alluring as oceans, lakes, ponds and well... Every type of water. Water was simply a thrilling substance. As thrilling as meeting your favorite singer, as great as a smoothie on a hot summer day. I couldn't imagine life without water, especially since I not only drink it, but manipulate it as well. Water, what would the world do without it? What would I do without it? Now that, was a question I didn't have the answer to. And hopefully, I never would.
The heat of the scorching afternoon burned my strong back; eating into the skin hungrily. The ultra-violet rays were causing a bit of damage, no question about that. The bay hue that covered me was becoming darker, soaked in sweat from traveling since sun up without stop. Word to the wise, never try this at home kids. My almost-black dark grey windows flickered warily around me, searching for the murderers I knew was hiding in the shadows. Murderers, rapists, thieves, they had to be hiding somewhere. Or at least thats what my crazed Aunt Sophie always said. Or even worse, cannibals. There were a few in every valley; munching down on equines like they would on stalks of grass.
The slightest breeze tugged at my carelessly frayed forelock, before dying right back down. No hint of clouds on the horizon either, looks like it would be a rainless day. The briefest frown appeared pettishly on my lips, before melting into my charcoal blackened muzzle like the rare bit of chocolate. Never mind the rainless forecast, where was I? New to the valley, I glanced around me with a curious expression. Jeez, quite a few places for a murderer to hide. Or any other kind of stalker that would be preying on a close to helpless femmora in the middle of the day. The worst kind were the bold kinds, that didn't care if it was midnight or three o'clock in the afternoon. That was my view on the entire subject.
The sunlight blinded me momentarily, stealing my vision with its bright glare. How could anyone see through something like that? No one, probably could ever honestly admit they could stare at the sun and see it clearly. Except blind equines maybe, but that didn't really count. They couldn't really see, so they didn't see through the glare. Maybe I was being slightly unfair, but I was only thinking. Right?
My twitchy irises scanned the turf for life once more, nervously giving into my worry-wart nature as I entered... Well, paranoid mode. There really wasn't a better word for it than my own perfectly fitting name. No, there really wasn't a better word for it. What else could you call being twitchy, suspicious, and cautious at the same time all while thinking about murderers behind every corner? I've never been able to come up with a word, have you? Returning to the present, I snorted softly at a slowly moving butterfly and stared forlornly at the rocks. Such excellent hiding places, it was a small wonder that I was going into a total freak out mode.
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Post by onyx on Jun 21, 2009 19:12:55 GMT -5
XAVIER; give.me.the.drug
The world was ending. Xavier was just about ready to swear that the appocalypse was just around the corner. He felt like shit; his head spun, he couldn't see, his knees were weak... the world had been reduced to a swirling land of blacks and grays and scary colors. Shadows and faces and eyes peeked from the corners of the world, staring at him, watching his every move. Xavier sweated. How long had it been since he'd had a hit? A week, maybe two? This was the longest he had gone without his sweet, potent drug.. and it was not going well. Everything around him laughed - that terrible, haunting laugh. But for the life of him he just could not remember where he had heard this laugh before.
The sky seemed endless this day, not a single cloud to spare the young stallion some shade. The devil has it out for me.. Xavier thought as the sun left his throat parched. His last drink had been earlier that morning, when he had found a small puddle of dew under a large oak tree. He cursed that terrible frost with every waking breath, that frost that had destroyed all his precious, beautiful nightshade. He craved the sweet magical juice like a fem would crave her lover. He needed it, Xavier could not go on without its hauntingly beautiful illusions.
Ahead in the distance he spotted a strange mound of bolders, only a little more than ruins. They seemed to be stacked in a way that was strangely unnatural, but he didnt care. The only thing he could think about was the his drug. Remembering his first taste of the herb, Xavier recalled how it had grown next to the stone wall. Black eyes wide and burning with need, he sprinted forward at a flat gallop, until he reached the ruins. Perhaps if he was lucky he would find a small patch of the plant near one of the rocks, in the shade. Inhaling deeply, he smelled decayng earth, dry stone and sunshine, but no trace of the cloying, sweet smell that plagued his mind.
Frustrated and desperate, Xavier threw himself down and screamed, letting all his pain flow out. He closed his eyes and dropped his head to the earth, choaking back a sob. He felt like he was dying, and his medication was no where to be found. He did not notice the mare only a few yards away, for his mind was consumed with his desire. |
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Post by mystical on Jun 21, 2009 20:39:29 GMT -5
Paranoid
|| I'm not crazy, just a little paranoid || The sun bit mercilessly into my back, continuing with the torture as I moved into the poor shade provided by the oddly shaped rocks. "What the hell are these things?" My overloaded mind pondered it's own question before concluding I'd never seen these shapes before. If you haven't seen something before, find someone who has or suffer the pure agony of not knowing something potentially important. I hated not knowing things almost as much as I hated dry places; like the desert for example. I'd gone through hell and back with scarcely any water before that lake had appeared... An oasis I believe its called, not a lake. "Who cares?" A bit nervously, I almost was drawn into a panic attack when something staggered into my field of vision.
It's a bird, no it's a plane... No, it's an equine! Stranger danger, stranger danger. My mind repeated this phrase over and over again like a safety blanket, locking down into the strange yet soothing rhythm. Nothing could touch my mind, even if they harmed my body, my mind would always be safe. Or at least thats how I saw it, you can't imagine the damage it would provide me with if I realized that my mind was not safe from outside attacks. That would mean the world was coming to an end, and I needed to find some place to hide my head before it was cracked by falling fragments of the sky. It was most definitely an equine, I could tell as the stallion entered my field of awareness; completely and totally driving me deeper into unmentionable paranoid mode.
What was this one? A rapist, a murderer? Dare I say it again, a cannibal? Oh afterlife, what would I do if he proved to be something worse than my deepest fears? A... A... door to door Solicitor! I'd never met one, but other herd members had whispered about them with dark voices. Red eyes, three heads, and five tails... Well, as far as I could see, he didn't have three heads or five tails so I suppose I was safe. For now, anyway.
I watched as the unknown conquistador flat out galloped toward the ruins mere feet away from me, seemingly sniffing out something. "What's he looking for?" I wondered silently, my velvety kissers splitting in shock; jaw dropping as he threw himself on the ground and began to scream like an unruly child. Oh, I could hear the pain and need for something in his raised vocals. Like a child when his toy is snatched away, painful yet unnecessary. Maybe it was stupid to do what I did next, but my paranoid mood sort of snapped. He was ruining my vibe, and it was making me mad. How could I be true to my name when he was acting like something to laugh at and pity instead of something to fear? Yet, when I started to move toward him; my knees shook nervously. You try confronting a stranger for being a complete brat and see if you can keep a straight face. I bet you can't, because I couldn't. Not that I'm exactly the best role model ever.
Knees shaking my fear, my entire bodice trembled at the prospect of creeping forward a few small steps to glare down at him and ask what he thought he was doing. I couldn't do it, maybe once upon a time, but no more. Being shred to pieces inside really takes the fire out of you. Believe me, I know. Switching from my original plan, I stumbled forward a few steps until I was standing over him; windows wide with the slightest splash of fear as I tried to draw up the courage to tell him to stop. I couldn't, I was a broken mare. So I settled for what I could do, the simplest thing ever. Yet I did it, I did it. I said... "H-hello." My vocals tremored slightly, trailing off toward the end as I stood petrified, waiting and wondering if the stallion would take any notice of me. He certainly seemed like he was having a bad day, maybe?
I don't trust my ability to read equines anymore, not since him. A soft sigh escaped my sealers, sealing the deal on a bad memory. I didn't want to remember him, nor why I distrusted most stallions. So far, I didn't have a reason to distrust this one. Probably because he was acting like someone to be pitied, not feared. But then again, you never know. No... You never really do know what goes on behind closed doors.
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Post by onyx on Jun 22, 2009 17:55:29 GMT -5
XAVIER; keep.me.alive.
A soft breeze rustled the bone dry grasses around him, keeping time with the melody of Xavier's lament. He wept, trying to choke it back for fear of being found in his weak and vulnerable state, but he was too distraught to withstand it anymore. Flies and other biting insects were loving the open buffet of his blood, as he no longer had the willpower or the strength to fend them off. All the forlorn stag felt was pain; an endless and aching ocean of agony. Alright.. so maybe he was overdoing it. But it really was painful, being without his drug. Everything felt like it was spinning.. it felt like a reverse high; the complete opposite of witnessing the amazing illusions of nightshade.
Xavier heard her footsteps and fearful breathing before he saw her. She was hesitating, but his thoughts were so all consumed that he could not comprehend why. The tricolored stallion did not even spare her a glance, until he heard her hushed and trembling words. With a start he threw up his dial and met her pitch black eyes with his own. Whites showing, nostrils flaring, he stumbled to his feet and staggered backward. Strangely - Xavier found a sense of peace and familiarity within the dark depths of her gaze.
"H-h-h-hello... who a-are you?"
Stammering, he managed to get those view words out. They must have sounded slurred, as he had not spoken for a good many moons - save for a few delirious babbles to himself in the midst of a crippling high. Xavier's optics scanned over her figure. Bay, it seemed - though darkened by sweat to the point of nearly ebony. This fact alone caused his heartbeat to race, not even taking into account that she was the first equine he had seen since his experience. He shuddered violently, as if attempting to shake off the terrible thoughts. It was very peculiar. Whenever he attempted to think about that night, the memory would slip and slide out of reach - as if oiled. For whatever reason, the memory eluded him constantly.
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Post by mystical on Jun 22, 2009 21:30:17 GMT -5
Paranoid
|| I'm not crazy, just a little paranoid ||
My almost-black irises scanned the area around us nervously, I felt like a million different eyes were simply staring at me. Yet, at the same time I was watching the unknown solider on the ground. He seemed like he was grieving after something or someone, I briefly allowed myself to wonder what was wrong. Unusual pity consumed me, dragging at the core of my emotions as I hovered hesitatingly, unsure what to say or do. A braver mare than me might have acted on impulse and attempted to comfort a stranger, yet I stayed put with a hesitantly aloof aura. Who exactly was this stranger, and did he like the taste of equine flesh? Naturally it made me feel all the sorrier for him as I watched the insects nibble at him, almost making me want to shield him from the biting bugs. I probably would have, if it wasn't for the paranoid issue that was halting my movement and limiting my clearer version of speech. Hating myself for not moving forward, I watched warily with a distant expression.
Of course, it startled me when he very suddenly wobbled to his feet. Had I alarmed him? I almost opened my maw to protest, telling him not to get up because of me. But I was standing insecurely, shocked into silence from when our windows had met. I wasn't used to eye contact, I hadn't seen or heard another equine since the day I fled from the laughter and pure joy at my broken heart. Warily, I eyed him waiting for a meteor to hit Earth and destroy us all; what was going to happen now that I had broken my rules? The rules that kept me safe and unharmed, safe from the world that is. I followed those rules to my last breath, yet here I was talking to another equine and breaking the most important rule ever. Avoid other equines. Don't walk up to strangers and speak to them, nor am I allowed to feel the need to comfort someone lying on the hot Earth.
Wait, was he actually speaking to me? It took a moment to comprehend his slurred words, yet I made an effort to understand anyway. Who knew when I'd encounter another real breathing thing? "I-I'm called P-Paranoid." I whispered in a muted vocal, throat unclear from months of only mutters and silence. "W-who are y-you? My lyrics were shaky, and nervous due to the battle that was going on in my mind. Breaking every code you live by is nerve wracking, you might just feel like me. Like the world is going to fall to pieces at your misstep; all because you broke your number one rule. Shuddering at the thought,I realized what I was doing a second too late. Trying to pass it off as an attempt to rid myself of flies, I gazed at him in a watchful fashion. It was like I was daring him to do anything to me, yet at the same time begging him not to act like the others I'd known before I'd left. Begging not to be shunned, being mistrustful and watchful, yet shy at the same time. It was exhausting to be truthful, utterly exhausting. How did you cope with so many emotions? I didn't have an answer, my heart had been dead for too long for me to have a handle on my newly reawakened emotions.
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