.Time.For.A.Change. [OPEN]

[solaire]

A magestic being stood amoung the rest. His crania held higher than all the others. He espresso hued optics scanned the area, and yet held a strong expression, like a guardian to these pitifull beasts. His caruncle was played with by the oxygen currents. His banner ivory like his hide blazed on behind him, capturing and reflecting the strong rays of the glowing orb, that hung high in the blue lit sky.

Though he appeared to be abnormal when cast among these angry and scared equines, when he was alone he was like every other animal. Normal, treated differently because of social status, and then treated the same for the exact reason as above.

Scanning his surroundings he only saw pens that held hundreds of his kin. While other "strains" of his male kin looked upon them with disgust, others laid down bids for their prime picks. While the female kin that were allowed to come looked at them with scared and sorrowed gazes.

They knew nothing. How could they look at the torture and only give sad expressions? Why wouldn't they stand up and have a voice and demand a change? Because change is not accepted, change is not good, change brings things that people do not want. What would this world be like if everyone worked for themselves, instead of forcing those that do not wish to do the labor given to do it for them? Oh how dreadful that must be.

A smirk crossed the hellions rose stained lips, and his eyes looked amused. Oh yes how dreadful. The white grey stallion let himself reminice on his younger days, when he had once been free to roam the lands however he so wished. He remembered the dark night when he was only three summers old and a band of rogues, looking for a quick reward had come upon his resting place. They had struck him down until he could not fight, then they forced him on as they formed a circle around him and a vixen, who had found herself lost, and thought they would help her. She is now dead. Anger rose in his crimson blood and once he realized he quickly squashed it. Anger would not help him, it only made you foolish and allowed you to think a stupid idea was infact a good one.

He gazed out returning once more to the land of the living. He spotted a nice looking female but once he had realized she was one of the enemy he quickly looked away. The wind had suddenly changed direction and his mane was thrown in to his face, as was the scent of a mare in heat followed by terrified screams. The ivroy stallion whipped around to find the source and saw a barbaric looking stallion pushing a scared young female in to a corner of his paddock. Many masters turned to look but none cared what happened to her. They could probably buy her and get her youngling for free.

The hellion roared in anger and reared upon his haunches. Injustice would not play its part in this fillys life today. His landed with a loud thud and wen off at a raging charge. He arched his neck in a beautiful display of masculine appeal and lept ahead. He passed onlookers and those that did not care enough to even blink his direction. Until he was upon the rapist brute he did not stop.

He slid to a stop spun upon his heel and let both his daggers fly in to the brujos cage. He heard a loud gasp, and so he spun to continue his rampage on the dark beast. Archangel lept forward with his quick arabian speed, biteing, kicking, pulling anything he could. While the larger draft male was slow and could not harm him. The only reason he stopped his onslaught was for the peircing pain in his barrel. He turned to look and he realized he had heard a crack. He saw one of the masters beside him and he looked enraged.

So the Master had broken Archangels ribs... Later he was told, or rather yelled at tht he was ruining the good stock and that they should just kill him. But no, he was not killed, though he was placed in his own pen. He was not to be trusted around others. And they would be sure to tell his master that he was crazy and should be beaten on a regular basis.

Yeah let them try.

Puppet.Archangel.
Summary.Want a slave?.
Word Count.785.

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Hyzyn^mordis
Do you fear the dark?

It was nearly his time, his time to depart from this land and return to the land he hated oh so fiercely. The place where he was born the mutant he be. His last visit to the Auction Rock was a grand many, many moons ago. He had no more use for slaves or their ilk, but as he coincidently happened to be passing by, an uproar grabbed his attention, so morbidly bent on violence as it was. So twisted towards his eagerness to wreak havoc. So he went out of his way to make a bigger mess of things, oh yes he loved to make messes. A sinister smirk danced across the sable stallion's lips as he turned his hulk to travel down the long beaten path to the "slaves den", cause that's basically what it was. A place where all the worthless souls were thrown to be beaten and bloodied for the rest of their meaningless lives. Not a slave yet had been worth his while, and quite frankly, he was just in a mood for trouble.

Massive dinner-plate sized talons pounded into the ground and ripped up the soil as the massive brute purposely caused a ruckus before the show began. His sweeping strides and swift gait was smoother than any horse's he had yet met, such was his friesian heritage. And his body, rippling with bulging bands of rock solid muscle were the gifts inherited from his shire side. Oh... but his eyes, fiery vermilion unlike any horse's he had ever seen beside his own kind, the eyes everyone seemed to fear in this pink, fluffy world of light coats, they were inherited from his mutant side. The side no one knew about but himself. The side that made him so dangerous and so angry.

Picking up the pace, Darkness' grandiose eighteen hand height swept through the brittle, chilly forest fast as the wind blew by. He had a surge of energy that he had been waiting to use today, and now seemed the right time. Dense legs, feathered greatly, moved at a blinding speed, hardly seen as he galloped. The weight of his delicately crimped yet glossy and matted mane whipped at his flanks, as such was its length. He could even feel his longer yet tail lashing at the earth and his hocks. The exertion was too much and he quickened. Soon the sounds of the slaves flooded his ears and he longed to taste blood. Horse flesh would appease his appetite this day, or he wasn't The Maggot Lord.

'You are a stallion of three names Darkness, and each one only symbolizes the hatred you have for life, and the hatred you have for yourself.' Wildfire's words echoed through his skull. It was true, he could not deny it; Hyzynmordis, Fear of Darkness and The Maggot Lord all led down to one thing. The creature burning with a terrible fury so great as to find the suffering of others pleasurable. The creature that crashed through the thick foliage now.

As Darkness prepared himself, handsomely sculpted thighs tensed and the midnight hued monster was propelled a great distance into the air, greater than any draft should be allowed to reach. Of course, he was no ordinary draft, and by now everyone knew it. With a horrendous clash of frozen earth against harder hooves, a tornado of snow and dust whipped up and clouded the dark brute's figure. He boldly stepped out from within its confines and scanned the scene with bloody pools. His mouth opened wide, revealing blood stained ivories, and from his throat a deep, resonate laugh echoed out audibly. His eyes caught the form of the fighting slave stallion who caused his roaring laughter, white as new pus, and the lowly masters who vainly attempted to detain him. Those masters seemed to pause for a moment, glancing over Darkness' large form, but perhaps not thinking anything of it... not yet. While they were hesitating, Darkness decided to become apart of this little 'shenanigan'.

"I greet you all, fat maggots and rotting corpses. Yes I greet you, a rare honor when I attempt to shed blood this day, no?"

The air became deathly silent, many of the slaves here had seen Darkness before, they had witnessed his crimes and cowered with much fear. The newer slaves seemed a little more interested in what he planned, while the masters appeared to grow angry, or perhaps they too hid their fear? The Maggot Lord's attention swept over every figure present, resting upon the disgusting white stallion. His appearance was the look of Moon, so slender and supple. However, this was a colt, not some breeding wench. Darkness' smirk grew as he inwardly called the stallion a measly colt, he was much older than this waste of flesh anyway.

Keeping his finely featured and proud head high, he trotted forth, red eyes were hidden behind his lengthy tangles of forelock. The stallion appeared angry, much too angry and defiant for Darkness' liking. He also seemed haughty, but ignorant to whom he now faced. Nearby this pus-maggot was a clearly overtaken draft who had been injured rather severely. Darkness snorted loudly as he momentarily removed his gaze to quickly analyze the damage done to the weakling draft. So slow and fat, unlike himself. Nevertheless, Darkness found it acutely hilarious how the smaller horses used their quickness to take down a much bigger horse with the simplest of ease... until they met The Maggot Lord, of course. In fact, it was so funny Darkness broke out into maniac laughter a second time. Such was the brute's tremulous voice and strength in the sound, even the birds in the nearby trees quit their noise making.

Hyzynmordis halted near the white stallion, standing just before him, unafraid and eager to 'shake down the house'. His ears clashed with his poll and his nostrils flared as he dug a trench beneath him with one swipe of his enormous hoof.

"I applaud you, daring white stallion. You seem to know what you are doing... or do you?"

Darkness flicked his tail and tossed his head skyward, forcing his charred forelock to fall behind with the rest of his heavy mane. Now he could stare clearly into the other's eyes, his optics burned with unadulterated hatred, both eyes narrowed into mere slits, like a snake's, and a wolfish growl rumbled gutturally in his throat.

"I can see you have quite the temper, pus-maggot. So do I. But I am not here to cause too much strife, you actually seem to hold some power within your meek, worthless body. I am attracted to power, being a source of much power myself. However, you lack discipline. Oh how you must despise that word, yes? Especially when I am directing it towards you as a high standing overlord and soon to be your domineering master. You have no choice in the matter, slave."

Darkness chuckled malevolently. He was obviously a stallion who knew his strengths and weaknesses, also a rather wise, but not overly so, stag of eight years. If he must (and how he secretly longed too), he would personally show this dog some manners when facing not only your master, but your elder. Soon the black monster was sneering down at the white worm, hoping to get some violent reaction.

Status// Complete
Word count// 1262
Notes// I don't actually think badly of your horse, lolol, I actually like him and that's why I posted. xD Just thought I'd say in case my post seemed a little mean personally-like. =X</sub>

[solaire]

Archangel watched as the filly crawled from her little corner still shaking from what had happened, when he grew tired of that he let his pools wash over the draft brute that had succumbed to an ass kicking by Change himself. He laughed to himself and then looked down to observe if any damage, besides his broken ribs, had been done. He was happy to say no and proceed with this insolent life that he currently held.

His thoughts swept back to the filly and he began argueing with himself. Some might think he was crazy but he saw no reason for hysterics over this when he merely had nobody that he trusted or believed smart enough to tell his thoughts to or intelligently debate matters with. He thought about his actions moments before. He could easily say that he cared for the young filly and wished to become her "hero". . . yes he could say that, if he was a liar. Truthfully he knew that he did not care for the filly, or the draft, he merely wanted a fight and he already hated the large beast, and they had bouts before, though none like this. He also did not approve of such an ugly beast pleasureing himself in front of Change, it was disgusting to even look at the fat hellish creature going about his daily routine. Of course, though, he would be bought to do heavy work just because he was larger than most of the others here in the lot. Though he was not actually built to do anything but eat.

When Change came back to reality once more he noticed a silence had fallen on the enclosure. His dark eyes quickly scanned for the reasoning and it was not hard to find since every pair of eyes were glued to one creature. A dark Hellion with both a long carunle and banner that drug on the dusty earth below his black feathered pillars. Even from the distance at which Archangel stood he could see the muscles that rippled when the dark god walked. He observed the fluid motions, and when he looked away he saw the fear that plauged the faces of those all around him.

Archangel of course had never seen such a beast, though he was sure he was told stories of hellish creatures that had risen from hell itself to do business for the devil. Those were mere foal stories to scare them in to staying close, but now he did wonder... Maybe they were true. When he saw the crimson pools that held nothing but hatred, he was certain of it.

He heard the lyrics that came from the mighty obsideon stallions throat and the only thought that came to him was Death has come for me. Now whether that meant he would die he was not entirely certain, though he felt no fear for his life.

Maybe he was crazy? Shouldn't you feel fear? He looked around everyone else felt fear and it was written clearly upon their faces... but his held nothing but that of a horse in thought. Hmm he had been silent for too long, and so he answered the first question.

"Let us hope that if I was put in to a battle that actually required skill, I could come out victorious. As I have yet to find an opponent that caused me more than a few scrapes." He looked over to the draft when he spoke and smirked at him.

Then he returned his attention to the dark beast. Worthless...No Choice? Ha! One always had a choice. Now sometimes the latter of the two choices might mean death but alas you always have a choice.

A smile began to appear over the grey arabians muzzle. There was much for this "elder" to learn about Change. And so he would play this up. He arched his neck in a respectful manner and simply replied

"Master."

Puppet.Archangel.
Summary.Sorry I haven't replied until now. I have to fight 6 people for the computer. lol. Thank you for the compliment on Change. I too must admit that I am in LOVE with your Darkness. And don't worry about sounding mean or anything, its all part of being in character.
Word Count.757.

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Darkness chuckled, his gaze burned into the white stallion's with the ferocity of a dragon's, yet he stayed his ground. The colossal brute dipped his head when the pus-maggot spoke, and his tongue ran over his teeth as he imagined the savory red life-blood stained against alabaster flesh. He could make a grand painting when given a light enough canvas, and this white colt before him simply screamed, 'kill me'. But Hyzyn's whole purpose was to not fulfill the dreams of those he detested, but to crush them into the dirt so that his own dreams could rise and be achieved. His purpose was to torture the ones who defied him until they succumbed to his will like obedient children. Darkness inhaled deeply, feeling the crisp air chill him from the inside before his great body heat distinguished the cool air.

"Trust me, boy, today you've met your ultimate match. You should be thankful I do not beat you now for speaking out of line." he spoke in dreadfully low tones, meaning every word of what he said.

His rules were strict, yet simple. He never did like reciting them like a broken record, so instead he allowed his slaves to discover them by themselves. The hard way. In the process they always learned a little more about himself as well. Some things they didn't like. No one liked them, just as Moon did not. She detested his past... detested everything about him. Darkness could feel his muscles tense abruptly as he reminisced old times in that forsaken realm. He had actually held the allusion that he could start a life with that milksop traitor... slowly Darkness ground his teeth together, listening to the rough sound they made, the sound of metal against wood.

The Maggot Lord took a large, intimidating step forward. If the pale arabian had already accepted Darkness as his master, then it was time they left. Or perhaps he should first learn the creature's name? Couldn't possibly be anything of interest. Twisting his neck around, Hyzyn growled fiercely, forcing the other masters to step back. He wouldn't tolerate the close presence of horses that, in his opinion, should also be caged up in Auction Rock. Disgusting, pestilent ridden, wh*re riders. Darkness turned back to regard his new 'prey'.

"Around me I expect you to hold your head high, worm. I do not accept slaves of any lower quality than perfect. Now, what be your name?"

The two stood relatively chest-to-chest by this time, and Darkness' angry eyes looked down upon the white stallion from his haughty stance. If the colt was eager to do anything of a violent nature to his new master, now was a good chance... to get his butt kicked trying. The sable hellion withheld a devilish smile, instead keeping a stony expression. He waited impatiently for a reply. Ever so impatiently. Yet a keen sense of need swept over him. He felt he needed to know this beast of burden he beheld with fiery eyes. It was probably nothing, but the arabian would make an invaluable addition to his rising army, or a good beating doll.

Status// Complete
Word Count// 533
Notes// Terrible post, I had low muse, lol.</sub>

[solaire]

Change would play this part well perhaps he should be given a medal for is award winning acting skills. He did not ever listen to any of his 'masters' though they believed he did. HA! this was hilarious. Oh, but oh Change did listen enough. He is not a big enough fool to completly ignore his 'master' only a moron would openly subject himself to a beating. He had sized up the black hellion that stood chest to chest to him and knew without a doubt he did not have the strength to take him down, especially with broken ribs. So let the acting begin...

Change gracefully bowed his head again."Thank you for spreading mercy to me. I am forever grateful." he spoke slow and was sure to sound sincere. He raised his head once more and looked at his master thorough not to stare him down.

When he spoke again he smirked. So he thinks I am perfect? So this brute does know something. He laughed inside his head.

So the great ghost Arabian stallion spoke once more once the dark god had finished. "Then you have come on the right day and you have picked the right slave. My head does not go below my withers lest I be grazing." His espresso pools flashed with amusment and he continued on. "I be graced with Archangel but I am called Change to everyone that does know me."

Puppet.Archangel.
Summary.Could be better. Im in a hurry to go watch The Dark Knight, and im low on muse for my hoss.
Word Count.306.

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Darkness sneered in disgust, it was becoming exceedingly obvious the fool stallion thought Darkness some gullible moron. Why did every stallion and or mare he met attempt to act their way into his favor? Or into a vulnerable situation? Bah! They always learned, The Maggot Lord had not a one vulnerable spot, and himself being a flawless actor knew a rotten play when he saw them. This pus-white waste of flesh and beauty lost his balance after he tore apart the fat draft in his anger. And now he succumbed to Darkness' will like any slave should. Pathetic. Nonetheless, now was not the time to lose his temper, not yet anyway.

"That is well and good, Archangel. Your name befits you to a certain degree. Now answer me this, how well a fighter would you consider yourself?"

Darkness had seen the damage he had inflicted, but wanted to hear from Change's own lips how he thought of himself. It determined a lot about his personality. And it would also determine his new rank within the herd, unless he became quite the rebel, then things could easily change.

Status// Complete
Word count// 189
Notes// This post is worse than the last, lol. I'll do better next time. And The Dark Night is an excellent movie. n.n</sub>

[solaire]

The dark knight(Ha puns.) stood before him and Archangel watched as his expressions changed and gave away in subtle changes what he thought.

Hmm Perhaps it was time for a change in strategy? Change was his name after all, and he could adapt to any situation as it pleased him to.

How Well of a fighter am I? Ho-Oh this is indeed a troubling question. If I answer great or anything good he might think of me as Arrogant and unruly. Yet at the same time if I answer poor he would see that I was lying as he was sure to have witnessed my battle with the ugly draft. Now if I say mediocre well that would mean that I was a moron. Well it cant hurt to speak the truth now can it?

Change burst through with a wicked laughter. "A Fighter? Obviously Im good enough to beat a volumous twit. So from that I guess you could say Im mediocre. However Im sure if the time came to put myself up against a worthy opponent I could manage myself." His laughter subsided and he regained as much composer as a Psychotic Brained creature could get. His brown pools were filled with the laughter that he contained inside.

"Dont worry I can still be your puppet."

Puppet. Archangel.
Summary. Actually the post you made was not long but I liked it. And The Dark Knight was FREAKING AWESOME!!! *coughs* btw Change is uh. . .a wee bit crazy.
Word Count.293.

[Pyrrhüloxia]

<sub>Darkness' expression remained stony with a tinge of disgust even after Archangel had burst into a fit of laughter. The sound of Change's vocals was revoltingly higher than The Maggot Lord's own, yet he laughed nonetheless and continued to speak words that would by no doubt anger the dark master. His anger was brooding at dangerously high levels deep in the back of his busy mind, and when Change ceased his manic behavior, Darkness had a few pre-prepared statements ready for use on the white colt's behalf. Without even a blink or a flinch Hyzyn took another deep breath and breathed out his sinisterly dressed words.

"Oh I have no worries you will obey me, Change, but I am rather concerned about the power you admit to carry. Mediocre yet tough enough to trample a worthy opponent? And by what standards is a worthy opponent to you?"

Darkness leaned off to the side, allowing his hind right hoof to rest precariously on its sharp edge. Rolling his eyes to stare directly into the sky, he added with much emphasis upon suddenly bored tones,

"I am guessing a stallion about your pathetically average height with much combat training and excusable muscle mass? For, as everyone knows, the smaller you are, the quicker you are and the harder you are to catch, no?"

Hyzynmordis glared down at Change, vermilion eyes burned as his wrath surged forth. All light coats thought the same way, it was, after all, the way the old world physics worked. Smaller, lighter equals quicker turns and a faster top speed, which is also what made wolves so dangerous. But what this puny morsel had yet to learn was that the old world rules had changed. Fear of Darkness' kind were not purposely mutated by no reason. When dealing with his kind, height and weight did not matter in the slightest.

With sides heaving to a monstrous width and nostrils flared outward, The Maggot Lord chuckled from his insanity brought about by the abrupt onrush of hot rage. Steam rose from his nostrils and his sculpted body as winter's grasp continued its reign. He was seething, worse than he was when Raphael dared challenge the master of evil. That was a good day, his pet got an excellent workout on that belligerent stag's hide. Just as Darkness hoped to paint this canvas if he didn't begin to alter his thoughts. Of course, there was always the possibility that Change was referring to Darkness himself, in that case he was most definitely wrong as well. Truly it didn't matter what road he was trying to stumble down, it was merely Darkness' duty to hurt him and bruise his pride as much as possible.

"Hm, well whether your thoughts run down that track or not, I must say I have always despised the way shorties think. That draft over there,"

Darkness halfheartedly gestured with his roman muzzle towards the partly fleeing draft.

"Is much different than I, in more than one sense. He be a foppish oaf so fat and lazy as to be powerless against your speed and agility. On the other hand, you are clean cut with virtually no extra weight holding you back. Now imagine yourself nineteen hands high with the strength and body of a draft, but the abilities of an arabian or thoroughbred-- what do you get? Me of course. Against such a brute there is no such thing as managing yourself. So again, I ask, what are your standards of a worthy opponent, Archangel?"

Darkness vaguely smirked, remaining calm even in the midst of his wroth.

Status// Complete
Word Count// 610
Notes// I can tell, hehe. Darkness can be too, but not often, he's usually rather drab. And I think I confused myself with this post, haha. Btw, the Joker is my favorite character in The Dark Knight, lolol.</sub>

[solaire]

Change remained in the same spot the entire time the dark lord spoke but when we was finished he took a step backward so that they no longer stood chest to chest. Being like that made Change appear like he was challengeing Darkness.

Hmm Another change of plans...

He looked forward his thorns at attention and his pools focused. "I honestly do not know of my capabilites, and only hope that I may be able to pull myself together long enough to pull ahead should I ever meet someone strong enough to test me."

He paused for a moment of thought. And was about to answer when Darkness spoke once more in obviously bored tones. And so this did change his reply.

"Well your thought of a sarcasticlly good opponent does indeed make things easier. But you happen to be entirely wrong. I dont need someone my size to be a good opponent. Those larger than me and perhaps faster or stronger than me should suffice." His last words were spoken with a sarcastic tone and a smirk across his lips. When the hellion laughed, this prompted a smart ass remark from the ashen beast. "So the dark one does laugh, I just figured you were all depressed and arrogantly brought equines to their demise."

When Darkness began talking again about a worthy opponent Change spoke up again. "That would indeed be a magnificant creature and i would be more than honored to fight such a begin if I knew that I at least had a chance."

Eh what would it hurt to through in some flattery?

Changes smirk vanished and he looked towards the black god and then looked in to his crimson pools hiding nothing of his intentions.

Puppet.Archangel.
Summary.lol yeah but Christian Bale is so HOT! XD My post is stupid...Perhaps after you post we should go somewhere else?
Word Count.367.

[Pyrrhüloxia]

"Hmm," Hyzyn thought to himself. His lips curled into a cringe and he turned around, allowing his back to face the white stallion. He was through playing games, and this Change was proving to be too dull for his tastes. Even his other herd members proved to be more interesting than this milksop. The Maggot Lord snorted into the air, the ferocity sent more than twin stacks of pale steam into the atmosphere. Muscle rippled as the hulking brute began to trot out from the presence of the other masters and slaves. Out of Auction Rock.

Halting briefly, Darkness gazed over at Archangel. "Perhaps your chance will be sooner than you think, now, follow me, I tire of this place and this meaningless banter." Darkness' eyes narrowed, he wondered if the maggot would ever gain the courage to challenge him to his face. No one outside of his homeland, except the stupid, had yet challenged him to one-on-one combat. Besides that, the arabian did have courage and obviously had some strength. He would be a worthy addition to his army if he could prove himself worthy. Hm, perhaps he could even challenge for beta position, if Pinto let him.

Status// Complete
Word Count// 201
Notes// Lol, you go on and think that, I personally didn't find any of the guys good looking on that movie. xD
And yeah, I believe I'll have Darkness show Archangel his 'Kingdom'. It's called Eerie Caverns just in case you didn't already know, lol.