/Depression/ « Thread Started on Dec 10, 2006, 8:38pm »
She'd never felt this way before.
I want you to want me; I need you to need me; I'd love you to love me- I'm beggin' you to beg me....
'er petite form was carried proudly across the terrain, t'wards the small body of water that lay a head. She held 'erself well, confidently. But inside, she felt nothing of the sort.
I want you to want me; I need you to need me; I'd love you to love me-
What was wrong? She didn't know. She'd fallen into an odd, unexplicale state of depression, and she wasn't used to it. Ever since she'd come unto Empire, she'd had an odd feeling about her. She hadn't noticed it, at first, but, now, the sadness overwhelmed her.
I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt. I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.
You see, before she had stmbled across these small, pitiful lands, Priss had been the picture of glory. She was admired by the evil wench in her home lands. But, her homelands had been a different place. A very different place..
You see, in a place called Evernow, there were three alliances, as there were here. But, even the lights, who called themselves good, had cruel, evil, selfish hearts. Breeding took place all year round, and any respected dark mare would be seen there at least twice a month. The stallions, alliance unimportant, would flock into the lands from everywhere in order to attempt to pass their lines. Of course, few managed, amoung the devilish temptresses who stayed there. Sure, it was a dishonest, grotesque life, but that's how everyone had lived. And, that's what Priss had grown used to. She hadn't known any better...
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? Feelin' all alone without a friend, You know you feel like dyein' Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin?
But here, in Empire, things were so different. There was the breeding season, when sluts flocked the grounds, only to be treated harshly and disrespected, unlike the respect they had maintained in Evernow. And, what was one supposed to do, during the summer and the winter? There was nothing for a lone dark mare, who had grown up the way Priss had, to entertain herself, other than to run around killing things. Even that got boring, after awhile.
I want you to want me; I need you to need me; I'd love you to love me- I'm beggin you to beg me... I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt. I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.
But, here, she didn't matter. Not to anyone- noone gave a d*mn about the stupid dark b*tch.
What she wouldn't have given to fit in again. To have friends, even if you were disloyal, to have fun again. To be guilt free, to be happy. To be back in Evernow.
Because, even a dark, dirty wench got lonely, got tired of being hated. Got tired of having nowhere to go, having noone to talk to and noone to call her own. Tired of being looked down upon and disrespected by the world.
I want you to want me; I need you to need me; I'd love you to love me- I'm beggin' you to beg me...
I want you to want me; I want you to want me; I want you to want me; I want you to want me....
The wench trotted furiously into the waters, splashing them about as she moved. 'er petite bodice moved briskly, attempting to rid herself of the depression that had fallen o'er her. She was alone in the world, the cruel world.
Her ebon tassels encircled 'er form in the fierce winds, the cloudy skies of the swelting, humid day threatening to burst any moment. Her pelt gleamed with sweat, stockings giving off a silver sheen. Blue eyes gleamed with a mix of anger, rage, and sadness. The crazed wench moved into a brisk canter.
Tearing through the waters, the minx tossed 'er small tiara, letting loose a shrill, piercing whonny. She through 'er hinds into a buck, and continued 'er run. Everything was going wrong. Nothing was right- things were supposed to be different.
This wasn't supposed to happen to Priss. It just wasn't right.
Re: /Depression/ « Reply #1 on Dec 19, 2006, 10:17pm »
Rush waded knee deep in the cool water. It rushed past her with a force rivaled by the wind blowing her unruly mane. Out of habit, the horse took a drink, and looked up, watching her surroundings carefully. She repeated this 3 times, and then clambered out of the stream.
Who was she kidding? She was Rush of the Darks. Making a new start, and a new chance was going to be impossible. Armies would tremble if she walked past them. Empires have fallen under her command, and if she said the word, more would fall.
I'm against the Darks and don't believe in the Light's ways... Great.She thought, shaking the damp from her coat. Raising her muzzle to the air, she inhaled deeply. The scent of another horse passed her nose.
Without thinking, the black filly wheeled and took off toward the scent. She didn't know why. Any smart horse, light, dark, or loner, would either run from her, or kill her. Rush shook her finely shaped head. She could defend herself. She wasn't the Champion of 3 Dark Armies because she went up against easy opponents.
As Rush lost herself in the sound of her hooves marking the ground, she caught up to the other horse. The horse was rather large, but she smelled of Mustang. "Hello." Rush chanced.
oh, hello? Great Job, Rush. Fierce fighter... Dark Champion... Riiigghhhttt....
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