Post by Dyzz on Apr 15, 2009 10:34:42 GMT -5
Welcome to Sobibor, Miss...
[/i][/size]
What is your name, Miss?
Since you ask, I might as well tell, I have been cursed Wiccan Rede.
How do you say that?
Of course you'll need help, It is pronounced wik-uh n reed.
Do you have a nickname?
But call me by my full name and you will suffer, I am Wicca or Wiccan, nothing more nothing less.
You are a femme, right?
I am the deadliest vixen you will ever meet.
What is your Breed?
I have the blood of a homocidal Friesian.
How old are you dearie?
I have the expierence of a 11 year old and dont call me dearie, idiot.
Your, ah, nation please...
I belong to the nation of My own. I suppose Master fits best, so don't get on my bad side, pathedic foal.
How tall, exactly, are you?
I tower above my prey at a height of 16.3 hands.
Your eyes aren't really that color are they?
My Eyes are the color of death, and hold the grim reaper's soul in them.
And your pelt color?
My pelt is the color of darkness that is the last thing my victims see.
Your mane? Please?
My tresses are long and dyed to color of evil.
What about your tail?
My banner is hued the color of a moonless night.
And any markings upon you?
No flaws are embarked upon my black coloring just as no light decorates my black soul.
What about scars?
I have a scar on my neck from a battle, in which I didn't move fast enough.
And your hooves are... Is that blood?
My daggers are encrusted with red, the blood of my prey, but beneath that they are black.
I am not sure I want to know, but overall?
Overall, I am the Grim Reaper in horse form. My black body, and evil eyes will be the last thing you see before you go to the other side. Your cries of terror will be met with my black hawks, and my darkened tresses will be flickered red with your blood. My fangs will be stained with your crimson regret. So beware not to mess with me. Fool.
Okay, let's make this quick so I can get out of here... Your personality?
You seriousily want to dig deeper into this tormoil? You want to know my personality? If you must, then prepare for a chill to go down your spine before I am threw. I am vicious b*tch that you dare not cross. My personality is as dark as my coloring, as black as my soul. I regret nothing, nor am I rarely proud of anything. I am a monster, compared to the meek mares. I anger easily, and when I am angry my darker side comes out. Oh, who am I kidding, I am all dark side. But be warned. You push me over the edge, and the last thing you will see is my fangs buried into your jugular, and your life flashing before your eyes. I am cruel and like no one. I despise foals, and mares. Stallions, they are just plain pathedic. I have no patience, and I am hard to deal with. I am uncontrollable, and dangerous. Oh, did I mention the best part? I am a homocidal maniac! So how about you not meet me in the dark allies of the night. You may not survive to see the light.
But there is more I fear, well not really. I think it is you who should be fearing. This part of me that calls all the shots. That is the real me, but I have a soft spot a single weakness that when it shows, many would be ashamed for me. I have a very special traveling companion, Midnight Sonata. And if you dare cross me, you cross her, and vise versa. There is a reason I do not relate well with other horses. And that reason, is my companion. My best friend, my sister, Midnight Sonata.
And, I am fearful to ask, your history?[/i]
You foolish, foolish creature! You ask for my history now?! Do you wish to read a horror story. Oh well, just hope you are prepared.
My story starts out in a small herd on the outskirts of a town, well hidden, and never seen by those vile humans. They didn't dare come close. They were scared of my herd you see, and my herd, I shudder at the word, where gentle! I was born an outcast among the horses of white, cremello, paint. All light colored horses, and here was this pure black femme with a passoniate hate for anything that walked. I hated everyone from the moment I was birthed. I despised my siblings though. I actually killed my older sister when I was 9 monthes. Not my fault though! She annoyed me. She was going on and on about how the colts where so handsome, and how life was so perfect, then she tried to show away Midnight Sonata. I got pissed when she went to attack my friend for not leaving, and I kinda... killed her. ONLY KINDA THOUGH!. My parents where upset though. Anyways, that is ahead of myself. Let me introduce Midnight Sonata to you. Midnight Sonata, my best friend, and my companion since I was a month old.
I had always been the curious type of foal, so when I turned a month, I was constantly exploring, and trying to get as far away from my stupid herd as possible, not a very easy thing to do. it had been winter(I was born in late late fall) and I got lost when a sudden storm hit. The trail was covered in snow, and I couldn't find my way. I remember that day perfectly. I had laughed when I realized I was lost, I was finally free from them. But... I was a month old, and freezing. THat is how Midnight Sonata found me. A sleek black she-wolf with eyes as dark as mine had come towards me, and when I let out a whinney to call for help, her help, she had stared at me, then lowered her slightly larger form next to me(i was a small foal during this. Much larger now, and Midnight Sonata has grown as well) and we kept each other warm during that cold night. When the storm let up, and I could see paths again(after about a fort night-not my longest time i have been out and about on my own, mind you) I told Midnight Sonata to come with me. At first she was a little nervous, walking in next to a foal into a herd of horses. But I promised her I wouldn't let anything happen to her.
I arrived back home and saw my parents talking to my sisters, and brothers. When they saw me, their jaws literally dropped. I smile at this next part, my dams words, Wicca, do you really hate us all so much that you lead a devilious being into our herd? I turned to midnight sonata, replying, Devilious Being? are they talking about me, finally? You couldn't hurt a fly. Midnight Sonata had howled in defiance, causing me to laugh. She truly was a lot like me. My parents were furious, but they didn't dare say anything to me.
But when that one stupid sister of mine decided to take it upon her own to get rid of Midnight sonata, I had attacked and killed. Not even a year old, and I not only commited murder, but to a family member! An annoying family member! It is kinda a funny memory. Hearing her, Don't do this Wicca. Mom will get mad. You'll be dead. I had laughed, and lunged, burying my fangs in my own sisters neck, killing her instantly. I remember whiping my bloody daggers on her sleek white hide, and whispering, I'll be dead, looks like you saw that one wrongs. You know. You are much more enjoyable company when you are silent. I turned around, and saw my parents watching me in horror. I smirked in what would be a kindly manner if not for the blood encasing my facade, and my eyes glittering still from the joy I got from killing, and spoke in a very dark manner, I have things to do, people to see. Fare well. You won't need to deal with me. And then I turned tail, and ran off, making sure to step and kick at my sister's body as I ran, a dark hideous laugh filed from me, and hung in the air above my
Since I was 9 I have been one my own, but much has happened since that time, and many have lost their lives from my daggers, and Midnight Sonata's fangs. We make a deadly team, you know. My second victim came when I was little over a year, still mostly foal, I was beginning to grow. It was another foal who had come at me, again. A dark colt who stood .2 hands over me. I was angry at the time, but now the memory makes me smile. He had asked me why I hung out with a dog, calling me uncivilized, then when to play bravado with the wolf, his friends watching. He attacked my Midnight Sonata, and the next thing I know, I stood over him, my hooves once again tainted with the blood of a victim, and my fangs around another's neck. I heard the frighten squeals of his play mates, as they ran off to their mothers. I let out a strong whinney, and moved on, leaving a bloody hoof print on the hindquarters of my victim, sliding it down to create a blood like trail. The same mark I had left on my sister's body.
Midnight Sonata and I didn't come into contact with another equine till I was 2 and a half, but we had our fun in killing rats, rabbits, and larger prey when we worked together. It was a mare I had met, and she called me berserk for hanging out with a wolf. I laughed coldly and flashed her a dark evil little smile, my teeth brilliant white. My words make me laugh to this day, along with her reaction, Do you know what keeps teeth the most brilliant white, Midnight Sonata does, and so do I. It is the blood of victims. The ones that question us. The mare had snorted, though some white of her eyes where showing, Your lying, you sneaking caniving b*tch. And that wolf will turn on you. I'm not sure who really reacted first. Me... Or Midnight Sonata. All I knew was she was dead in a matter of minutes, and I once again left a bloody handprint upon her sweeping down her hindquarter. Look Sonata! I have my own mark! I had claimed, laughing darkly.
Midnight Sonata had smirked, as we continued on our way, not even looking at the carcess of the equine. When I turned 4 I had my first run in with a stallion. He was about 5 or 6, and had decided he wanted me to carry his foal. Stupid jerk. I had lashed out at him, using my hoof to sweep him of his feet(since he couldn't do that to me) and let him fall flat on his back. I had smiled darkly down upon him, saying, Don't you know, that you are suppose to offer yourself to a lady. And by the way, dirt is not complenmentary to your coloring. I remember to this day, my delight as he got up, prepared to fight. I gave him a wry smile, and spoke darkly, You can't really be this foolish. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to tempt a purely senial equine? Ecpecially not a serial killer sorts. Oh well, your lose. We both lunged at the same time, but Midnight Sonata had kept back, finding it more entertaining to watch the fight then join in. I had lunged and missed so many times, I had to relearn much. I also managed to figure out that if you studied your victims movements, it was easier when you went to kill them. i was delighted by this little part, so I kinda, sorta, got lost in this little game. I was brought back into reality when I felt a sharp sting upon my neck. I let loose an angry wail as i felt my crimson regret for loosing track of this fun little encounter. I was actually hit. I glanced at my wound, and yikes. that one will leave a mark.
I was angry. He hit me! So... I kinda let... blind... fury lead my way. All I remember of this part was darkness, angry howls(from Midnight Sonata), fearful cries(from either the stag? or something? Not sure what), and then the sound of a body hitting the ground(I don't think that one was me, because I'm still standing to tell the story, and I think I sent that brute to hell.) I then looked upon his broken body, surprised with myself. I can really get up a temper when I am defied. To bad it took so long for the stallion to realize that. Look at where his mistake had left him. I was four years old! 4! And I had killed four equines already! I thought I was on a role. I left my little signature on this stallion before continuing on my way. I had smiled at the delightfully proud look I recieved from Midnight Sonata.
So, so far, for about... 4 years I have been living with a wolf. I lost all equiness a long time ago. Not that I mind. It was fun thinking like a wolf. And, better yet! Midnight Sonata and I, not only became closer, but we could almost read each others thoughts. If only she could speak...
When I was 6, I had a very intresting incounter. Twas another dark femme, a little crazy around the edges, and not right bright. She thought she would as a better friend for Midnight Sonata. Boy was she mistaken. That stupid wench, she actually tried to herd Midnight Sonata away. I jumped at her, not right bright on my part either. lets just say... Her back side hurt. I carved whole slashes down her side, just trying to get away. I swear does she have spikes under her skin?! With Midnight Sonata's help, I was soon looking at the empty shell femme. I had d*mned hell. For taking, trying, my Midnight Sonata! No one should really try that, it puts them at risk.
When I was 8, I saw the coolest thing ever! My victim this time, was a small filly, and her dam. They thought Midnight Sonata was... cuddleble. They... hugged her... Midnight Sonata took out that filly so fast I swear that foal didn't have a chance to scream. I took care dam... She annoyed me. She thought... I was an angel or something. her words, Omg! Is that angel? I don't think it is a horse. Just look. I mean, have ever seen such bright eyes on horse, and that coat, so perfect. Hahahaha I was so pissed. Can anyone think of the right word. Her I stand, blood covering hooves, and she thinks I am an angel! I took out that b*tch, swiped across the facade with my dagger. She fell back, and did a flip, before the landing on the ground! It was so cool! I turned Sonata, exclaiming, Did you see that! That so awesome! How'd I do it? Sonata had just shrugged. I rolled my eyes, and left my mark on the dam. I allowed Midnight Sonata to leave a mark on the filly, next to mine. Now any who stumbled across these two, would know the Wiccan Rede had been here, and a Midnight Sonata had helped.
I was pretty sure I was becoming a legend. So I decided to start making myself known more. My idea of how to do that was simple. Leave a few victims alive, but hurt. So... some victims were about to keep their lives, and I might as well add some hostages, and onwatchers(or whatever those human freaks call them.) Okay, okay, so maybe I watched some stuff from outside those human's stalls. Things about terrorists(what breed is that?) killing others. They had some cool ideas. I need to figure out what a gun is...
Anyway, so on my next killing spree, I killed 2 or three, but left a little foal slightly alive to tell my story. I had sneered at her, scaring her senseless before walking away, Midnight Sonata twirling around my hooves as I walked. I could tell by her rough growls that she was proud of me. That oversized wolf was... almost purring with delight!
I smiled, I was an experienced killer at the age of 9! And I was one of the few who could kill with out remorse. How lucky was I? I smiled with delight as we headed on our way. I was slowly becoming a killing machine... then I saw them...
Why the hell where my parents this far away from my herd? And who was that black stallion next to them. I walked forward, Midnight Sonata at my heels, What the hell are you doing here. I spat darkly, glaring at my dam and sire. Their white coats looked odd against mine, and this stallion. I was still confused by the stallion. then he spoke, sweet tones coming from such a dark looking stag, how pathedic, We were in the neighbor hood, and your parents wanted to make sure it wasn't you destroying lives. I turned on the stallion so fast, that I was shocked to see him regarding me with a smirk. What was he playing? Soft tones, yet his eyes were cold. My ears were soon pinned down, I don't destroy lives, I help equines learn not to piss me off, idiot. I spat, and watched as he almost seemed to smile, pleased with my answer.
Wicca darling, please be nice to- I turned towards my dam, the grim reaper in my orbs as I met her own soft blue orbs, and I snarled, Who told you that you could speak, wench. I asked darkly, my posture defensive and territorial. They had entered my passage. My pat. and they were starting to anger me. Wicca, don't speak to your mother that way. My father command. Actually commanded of me, ya, like i would listen. Give me a break. I rolled my eyes, Get lost. I don't have any family anymore. Midnight Sonata is the only family left for me. I snarled, showing my fangs like a wolf.
I had smiled at the startled look of my father, and the pathedic look of my mothers. But the stallion had thrown me off, And how do we know if this isn't just as act? You could really be sweet and kind. The black stallion had said. I watched as Midnight Sonata suddenly jumped at the stallion, and he easily knocked her away. What they hell do you even want, colt? Shouldn't you head back to the nursery? I asked as I watched Midnight Sonata snarl at the black stallion, and walk back to my side.
My father finally seemed to snap. Wiccan Rede, that is not the way to talk to a family friend I snorted, had they not hear myself declaring I had no family but Midnight Sonata, I turned to my wolfish friend, Sonata, do you know this stallion? She shook her head, so I turned to my sire, Nope, we don't know him, so he most not be a friend of my family. Sorry. If looks could kill, no not even then would I be fearful of my father. He was a weakling, like my dam, like my siblings. He was useless. He wasn't family.
The Black stallion spoke again, Well, then let me introduce myself. I am Cursed Honor. And you are, darling? I snarled at being called darling, and turned away, muttering, Why would I tell you. I spun back around, and said louder, Ask around, and you will here many names I go by. 'Devil's Mistress', 'Grim Reaper's Helper', 'Spawn of Satan'. Just ask around. But I'll tell you the name that makes other shutter the most. I am Wiccan Rede. So don't you dare cross me. I snarled this darkly, watching as his eyes didn't light up in fear, but rather in amusement. Stupid, retarded stallion. If he didn't watch out, I was going to place a dagger threw his heart. No you wouldn't I looked up at Cursed Honor with surprise, to see him studying me. You look like you are ready to kill me, but you won't. You have subtle curiousity in your orbs, and that curiousity will let me stay alive, because your curious. Curious about why I am here, Why I continue to stand here, and endure you cold words. Why I am not running away like a scared colt right now. This curiousity you feel will be the one thing that will keep me alive. You know it, I know it. So stop trying to do what you think is right. You'll find life easier that way. Ever really think about whether you are really as evil as you seem, or if you are just acting. cause you don't look like the dangerous type.[/b] He finally stooped speaking, and took a careful step back. I wondered how much hostilaty was showing in my orbs, to this day I still wonder. I also wondered why of all the stallions dark and cruel I managed to fall for this one.
Yes, it was true. I fell in love with Cursed Honor. He had managed to get under my skin, and insert himself into my heart. And... I actually had the odacity to believe it would work. Well, now... I don't regret killing that SOB. He deserved it too! I caught that bastard with another fae one night. He had snuck out, leaving me alone, and I later caught him with some red roan wench. D.amn vicious stallions. I killed him right there, on the spot. It wasn't hard, and I was more then pissed. I trusted the bastard with my heart, and he broke it. I slammed my foredaggers into a chest. It was kinda cool. I had raised up on my hind legs, and pressed my foredaggers into a point before plunging them into my first love's heart. He didn't have a chance to make a sound, and was still on a slight high from enjoying the encounter with the vixen. So we went down easier then I would have ever thought. Probably a good thing for me, now that I think about.
I was still pissed, so naturally, I killed the stupid fae too, Stupid stallions. none of them are trust worthy. I walked away, my hooves once again bloody, and my mark upon their bodies. As I walked away, Midnight Sonata came to my side, and walked with me. I glanced down at her, and she whined softly, telling me she was sorry for what had happened, Not your fault, Sonata. I have learned not to trust others though. Expecially stallions. They are all the same. Playing with hearts, and breaking them. I straightened my shoulders, and stood to my full height.
I didn't look back either. Not once. My heart had frozen for the last time, and now it wouldn't unfreeze. i was sure of it. Only a small part was thawed out, and that part was reserved for Midnight Sonata. My best friend.
I wasn't surprised to see my parents later that week, Why the hell did you kill him? You could have just left him! He was a family friend, we were trying to make a pack with his herd, a mate for one of your sisters where needed. Now they won't... don't trust us! My sire stated. I shrugged, and walked on, Wicca, I am talking to you My father called, racing to meet me, and talk with me. I glared at him No your not. And I don't care. He was an idiot. Not my fault I hated him, and wanted him dead. I stated calmly.
My sire was the only one to talk to me, my dam just stood their looking at my hooves. I smiled darkly at her, Yep, that is blood that encrusts my hooves. I tell my mother brightly, and then I had the odacity to lower my maw to them, and lick at the blood, Much sweeter then grass you know. And that was it. My mother couldn't take any more. She suddenly turned tail, and rand away. I laughed as I watched her go. This was amazing. My sire glared at me, then followed my dam, shouting to me, You are no longer my daughter. I let out a delighted whinney, that sounded more like a howl, I never was I shouted back, before cantering off into the destance. Midnight Sonata stayed at my heels the whole time, howling with delight. I smiled at her, she had enjoyed that scene.
I was 10 when I saw my next victim, I remember the day foundly. Not only had I killed two birds with one stone, but finally was rid of my parents. I was wandering around when I saw my parents asleep alone, beneath a tree. I had snuck up, and spoke in cold tones, You are done following me. They woke with a shot, and saw their daughter, Wiccan Rede, thats me!, Slowly exiting the shadows and her eyes dark black, and glistened darkly. The let out scared whinneys as I plunged my daggers into them repeatedly. Then to my surprise rain started to fall, fast and hard. I let out a delighted, and wicked whinney as suddenly lightning crashed against their limp forms sending it ablaze. I was still laughing darkly as the fire died, and all that was left of my own parents where a bunch of charcoaled pieces and ash. Looks like I had the last laugh, mother, father. I said before stomping on the ground, and then walking away.
I smiled to myself. Not only was I a vicious killer, so vicious I had murdered my own parents! My own family! I thuoght I was one of a kind, like no other. I thought I was unstoppable. I thought I was satan himself. Too bad I was wrong, I was only his helper.
I was nearing my 11th birthday when I first came to this land. I Have been here, about 2 months now, traveling alone at night with my beloved Midnight Sonata. I have refrained from killing so far, but I am beginning to feel deprived, so I am unsure of how long I will be able to refrain from doing such. But who knows. I might not even be in this land to long. I may just as well travel threw this place, and disappear before anyone had a chance to get to know me.
I am a free spirit, and no one can take it away, just like no one can control me. I have learned going threw my history... I have no tolerance for anything, but Midnight Sonata. So it isn't might fault for killing others. I just don't like them, or they annoy me, or they look at me wrong, or they did their hair wrong. So ya. Not my fault. But now you know my story. Don't judge me to be nice. I am far from. Now, if you tell my story to any, beware to watch you back. If you tell it wrong, or make me out to be a confused or mis understood femme, you will not survive to tell your version of the story again.
Now then, I thank you for listening to my version of things. I hope I didn't scare to much, oh who am I kidding, I hope I scared you alot. I hope you liked this enterview, and you don't mind my way of doing things. Oh you do? Too f.ucking bad, no one asked you!
That's it, I'm done. I'm not doing another interview. This freak was scary! AHHH!!! I DIDN't Mean to call you a---
Anyone else have an oponion about how I might be scary, or a freak. If you do, keep it to yourself, or you may end up like this stupid one. Oh... I got blood on my hooves again. It looks like hoof polish! yay!
[/color][/center]
--------------------
Word count above line: 5133
Welcome! 