drowned me in vain;;

[Tempest]

curse me;;
Spiderwebs.

corrupted now for;;
seven years.

blame me;;
whore.

find me with;;
the death.

painted in;;
the night.

these whips and chains;;
slice with ebony.

stare into the abyss of;;
foggy glass.

to know me?;;
Her mind is a dark venture to any that should dare stumble into the abyssal void. She is a horror story book case of insanity. Her taste for the darkness is something that cant really be understood. What may be an insult to some could charm her into sadistic fit's of a giggle. Her mind is empty of most emotion, though she does understand what other's feel, she simply doesn't care. Her emotions seem unable to love, though many of a darker stag have fallen for the dame, her intentions are simply of her own surival, having no care even to the foals she has born in her time.

let the lies be told;;
She started out like any filly. Born into a dark herd, her father however was not known to be of sane mind. Her mother was an ordinary dark mare, a conformer. She followed the rules of her band, followed the leaders around. She was of no real rank amongst the herd. When her dark filly was born, everyone could sense the aura of power around the filly, and instant intimate bond of sire and filly. He was quite proud when he met the little one. She was not the playful sort like other foals, she didnt cuddle up close for comfort, she had an ego like pride that made her stand on her own.

She would only come near her mother to nurse, and then she would be off on her own, listening and watching her sire, or exploring the terrains around them. If other foals even dared to come near her and attempt a game, she would lash out with abusive and aggressive instincts. So far did she go, that one foal ended up lame for the rest of his life. So strong he was too, he could have been and amazing herd leader when he grew up had he not tangled with the she - devil that cared not how bad she hurt others.

As she grew into the demented and beautiful young demon she always was, her temper and her insanity grew with her. She became a crazed beauty. A fantasy in the eyes of the darkest stags. A prize that all wanted to claim, to have their seed grow with life within her. But such a goal was impossible. Her first season brought an all to handsome dark boy. His deep bay coat, and his muscled form made the dark dame seek him out. Playing her game well, he soon was following her band for many days, looking for a way to get passed her sire, and take the young dame. When he had her away from the band, he made sure his seed was firmly growing inside of her. Proud of what the outcome could be.

He kept her close, but when her belly grew round, and she gave birth to the dark bay filly, she left it in the cold winter's snow alone. The stallion was suprised but such actions, even trying to speak to her of taking the foal along, but she refused the worthless abomination of her womb, and left it for the waiting wolves. She felt no remorse for such actions. It was a time before a heavy draft stag won over the small band of mares the bay had led, and when he too came to plant his seed within the mare, she allowed without much hesitation. In the time when she gave birth to the grey filly, she exsterminated it herself. Mangled and left in a worthless heap on the ground, Spiderwebs being the lead mare, pushed the herd on, and they moved in fear of her.

It continued in such a way, until she had given life to near five foals, but all were taken from life. She saw no real reason to keep them, she had no desire nor drive to be a mother, and she held no emotions that truly held her to them. She was more concerend for the life she led, and with what dark band she could encounter next. She soon left the old band, and now maybe she should decide to settle on a stag and his foal? Maybe someday, though her body is scared from so many foals, none have lived long enough to be given even the slightest hint of a name. To what dark stag could such a prize be given?

taste war;;
She sensed them both, so close. Though her frame gave no visible signal. The raging fire inside of her had calmed to great enough extents. She already smelled of another stag, her dear older brother, Despereaux. The Dark Deity over GrimFall. She tossed her mane slightly, looking out on the direction of the first who decided to make quite an appearance. He thought himself quite the scene with blood tainting his frame, adrenaline fueling his blood stream, watching his muscled and scared sides heave. Killing a weak equine however, was not something to show off quite so much she thought. Turning her head away from the reflection of him and onto his true self, she peered into the darkness of his eyes. Brave enough for now, she thought, he surely must not realize they were on quite a stallion's lands. She had heard her brother speak in a dark sort of reverence of Deathbed. Her brother held him in high regard, but her brother was not one to make 'friends' nor keep many alive for long. He had his purposes with them, and in the end, they were done and over with. She let her gaze move away then, half expecting her over bearing sibling to come charging any moment now anyway. Of course it was his right to come amongst the lands, he was by far a very strong and wise leader. Though, she was not so fond of his wise mouth self. His ways of speaking to her like she was still a filly quite set her temper alight.

But it was not long before such thoughts of her darling brother were drawn upon the physic of Deathbed. He stood as massive as her brother had spoken, dark and scared. She would give him that he was a fine brute, though, she had seen some that were at least true to themselves. Two-faced wasn't a good characteristic to have, in any sort. It displeased her, though she knew it was hardly and stags concern what her pleasure would be, simply their own, oh so common in any male of any species. She let her gaze move across him, memorizing his scent, taking in his site. This is the brute her brother trusted for her stay amongst? She tossed her crania slightly. He must think her some cryer of the dark kind, an emotional little filly with nothing but a cry for affection lost within her soul and heart. But something lacked within that of the dame. She held no heart nor soul. She was not capable of emotion, and thus, his rather insulting presence to some of undermining her simply made her smile. Let him judge by first appearance, only a fool is quick to judge what he does not know. She moved from the darkness of the water, looking upon the darker brute as he spoke. Oh so charming and pleasant, aren't we? She focused her gaze on him a bit longer before she let it move to Jacko. What would the dark beast say to a flea groping about his lands without first paying some form of respect? She smirked at the idea of bloodshed, but it was a waste of time anyway. What reason could it hold for her? Simple entertainment, but she was not distracted by her thoughts. Those now safely locked away in a forbidden corner of her mind.

At the glint of expectancy in his eyes, she'd guessed he had expected sarcasm from her. So soon? What reason had she to show him that nasty little temper yet? She gave no further thought to his own, and soon spoke in return to the brute. "Indeed, the night does bring pleasant emotions..." If only she knew what such things were in one of her own true kind. She looked away for a moment, lost in the sea of stars that reached over her head, and spilled liked snow flakes against the darkest of black. She tore her gaze from the site, back onto the male that had decided to speak. "Perhaps, though I am not keen on being one's hussy..." She rolled the word about in her mind. Belonging to another was simply impossible. She was not to be tormented by another vixen, nor was she about to show herself off, prance about him and fulfill every twisted desire the stag held. However, she had little doubt she could not, it was simply not in her to work for the pleasures and feelings of another. She let her gaze rake back over the other brute, standing his distance away. She wondered why he had yet to speak? Had he never spied upon one so truly dark? Or was he simply too familiar with Death's own name? She took a slight step, flicking her thick chains, clearing small liquid beads that clung to her form. She could already hear the thunder of his voice commanding her about. She would not take it.

Moving on a few more steps, away from the reaches of the water, she faced the other stag with her right shoulder, nape slightly arched, empty optics memorizing him. So what had he truly done to get such recognition from her brother? Indeed he appeared a fit stag, maybe not as muscular as some, nor as tall even, but she had seen where wit and wisdom had overcome brute strength. Perhaps he was just one of those darks, so easy for every little dazed filly to fall for, and so hard for any to disobey. Hmm... He'd have a but more of a challenge with her if she was to stay. Taking commands were not her way, only if her respect for the other was something she thought was deserved would it ever be close to given. Her frame slowly had begun to relax, her muscles no longer tense from her short outburst of energy. She gave a slight toss of her mane in boredom, but pure curiosity made her gaze return onto the younger stag. She had not heard of young Jacko before, many times it was brutes that camp with such entrances that thought any female would have loved to face her tail away and let him have his way. Such easily won dames were not her taste, and it quite amused her that some could sink to such lowly levels. Her thoughts were distracted then by far of thunder in the distance. She shifted her head back towards the lead stag then, she smelled no rain in the air. But as the rumble became all the more stronger, she realized it was her brother's heavy hooves that made the earth quake beneath her own frame.

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