Post by *Crimson Rain on Aug 16, 2009 1:01:03 GMT -5
Oh what trouble this world is in.Torn apart by our own greedy, foolish wishes and desires. Broken apart by our need to be the biggest and the best, to have the longest mane and tail, to have the rarest coat and eye colors. To lead the biggest herd and have the greatest legacy. It's destroying us from the inside out, picking apart the very fibers that make us who we really are. What seperates good from wrong, peace and tranquility from chaos and destruction. But hear me talk, as if I'm any better than the rest. Even I, when I see a pretty vixen, can't help but think about how a child would look. How long and smooth her tail is and the soft sheen in her fur. I'm not any better, but atleast I admit it - my faults, that is. My ego doesn't prevent me from doing so, as it would in a a fair amount of others. My mind, however, is another story. While I can sit here and write and write about my experiances forever, don't expect a conversation that makes sense with me. Why? Argos. He's the reason.
Who is Argos? You may be asking yourself, but my situation is hard to explain to anyone. Argos. He's the twisted, evil little voice that echoes in my very mind. He's the reason I crave blood and enjoy the fierce contact of the fight. It sends shocks to my brain that signals some twisted sense of pleasure that I could never help but be addicted to. More than once I have tried to rid myself of him, but over time I just gave in. In both my eyes and brain, he is King - whomever he may be. This unknown beings voice sounds so real, how can he be fake? But some part of me knows he is. It feels strangely well, though, to not be in charge. I can't explain the feeling and cringe every time I think on it too hard, but simply not thinking for myself is the easiest way out. Oh how much weaker will I truly become?
It's a question I ask myself every day, but only ever briefly. My aimless thoughts of today, however, have brought me here at such an odd time. This terrain dubbed Deuteron Mountains. The sun is only rising above the earth's horizon, bathing the grounds in the golden light of the Gods. The sky is a creamy mixture of light pinks, rich reds and subtle purples. It's an artist's dream scene, as the sun bounces against the snow and transforms it into a film of glittering diamond - but I'm too tired to notice the true beauty. My eyes feel full of sand, weighed down by my lack of sleep and restless traveling. I can hardly keep my eyes open, but dare not close them - because the moment I do, horror strikes. Whether it's a dream or a memory, a voice or a picture, it matters not. It's never pleasent.
My hooves brush against the ground endlessly, scattering rocks down the mountain side. My head, held low, is home to two drooped ears of disinterest. Muscles shiver and wretch every time I take a step. I can hear the thumping of my heart in my ears as I'm surrounded by silence. Not the peaceful, reassuring silence that follows the end of a birds song - but the suffocating, relentless silence that comes after watching a fellow equine die at the latching of your teeth. I feel as if I may drop at any moment, after a week and a half without a restless sleep. "Snap out of it and carry yourself with pride. Sleep is for the weak." A voice echoes through my head and something inside of my finds the strength to lift my head and step a little higher. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." I mutter helplessly. "It matters not to me. You will do as I say. What choice do you really have?" cackles the voice in my mind.
The sun hurts my eyes and I cringe away, prancing in place as if I'm refusing to move any further. "Get moving you little twit." He growls. With wrinkled eyes that threaten to simply fall shut I continue on the winding path around the mountain. A cave awaits me, I had seen it the day before in the distance. Of course, from there it had only looked like a hole or ditch, but it was all in proportion. Finally, after another half hour, I take refuge in this cavern; falling down onto my knees next to the wall and laying my head down. Before I knew what happened, my eyes fell closed and I was asleep - and the nightmares begun.
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Anyone can join in =]
Oh, and he is schizophrenic ;]
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Blood Rising|?
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Hanging By A Moment - Lifehouse
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