m i s s i l e s _ vs. _ s t i c k h o u s e s

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EVER heard OF FiGHTiNG FAiR?
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{i.} Perfect. HA! Yes, yes, pure perfection. How many times had some fool cooed those words to her? She was pure perfection? Suck ups, she thought ruefully. Oh yes, Core knew quite well that they were simply sucking up to her, buttering her up for god knows what! Well, she hated to burst their bubble - no she didn't - but she was no pushover. Somehow it seemed impossible that there could be even an inkling of doubt on the subject. She found most things to be quite uninteresting - stallions included - and Core often proved beyond a reasonable doubt that she was no more interested in someone than she was intrigued by a pesky fly. And the fact that anyone should declare her "perfect" was beyond absurd, because she was so far from perfection that it was laughable.

{ii.} Core was a hodge podge of breeds. She could rattle them all off impressively except - cough - it isn't like she had them all memorized. Something, that was her breed. She was a whatever-the-heck-you-wanted-to-call-her. It had never really been a clear fact, what her bloodlines were, but it didn't really matter to her. Core had never taken any real interest in the whole "purity" thing. You could fuck whoever the hell you wanted to, didn't matter. It all felt the same, didn't it? Hmm, she couldn't recall any differences. It had been an overall unpleasant, yet somehow still pleasureable, experience for her each time. Yes, yes. Let's get it all out in the open. Apparently Severed Core was one of the many local whores. Everybody got their turn to ride the roan pony, YEEHAW! ...Seriously. That bit annoyed her so much.

{iii.} Sometimes is seriously sucked to be little. Standing at just over fourteen hands was obnoxious when some sixteen odd hand stallion came up to you and wanted you to do him a favor. As vicious, sarcastic, and brutally blunt as she was, she was still pint-sized -- needless to say her fantasies were all centered around being just a wee bit taller. Sure she could bite, shriek, and try and look as ferocious as she could, but it always seemed like a wasted effort. They always gave her that patronizing look; as if she were this little kitten, hissing and spitting in the face of a full grown tiger. But, you know what? She was always sure to get in a nice, firm bite on the arse. HA! That would show them to pick on the little people! And then Core could just take her beating with an annoyingly smug look on her face. Say what they might, the brave mutt was undaunted -- albeit royally pissed off.

{iv.} Today was truly no different than any other day. She was bored -- typical. Her interest waned swiftly and there was never much that could hold her for long. It was why she thrived on drama. Core lived and breathed drama. Not that she ever got involved in it, she just liked to watch as it all unfolded. Life was her soap opera, and it rarely got old. If she didn't like one "channel" she could just click the arrow button and then she was off surfing for the next good show to watch. Her life would be oh so dull without being able to observe all the poor, foolish creatures scrambling around to try and piece their lives together. She'd got her game nailed down firm. There was no need for her to scurry to and fro like the other mares she had seen. She was complete in herself, she needed no one else. Stubbornly, Core clung to her beliefs like a grouchy oldtimer, refusing to budge even an inch.

{v.} When boredom ruled her she let her hooves have free reign -- it was important for them to feel special too -- so it was no surprise that, upon blinking and refocusing her eyes, Core had no idea where she was. The blue roan pony took back control, drawing to a jarring halt -- surprised to have found herself trotting, it was a miracle she hadn't hit a tree! Dark umber eyes blinked thrice in rapid succession. And where have my wandering feet brought me today... she wondered dryly as she took in her surroundings. For the first time in who knows how many minutes, hours maybe, the roan mare realized that there was a creek flowing peacefully parallel to her course. Hmmm... Nostrils flared, exposing the inner fleshy pink lining, and inhaled swiftly. Well, seemed this was a common spot for other equine as well.

{vi.} The youthful mare couldn't help the natural curving of her lips as they twitched up into a bemused smirk. Drama! she mused with an elated edge to her thoughts. Certainly there would be some drama here with so many various scents crisscrossing the air stream. Her stilled muscles quivered in anticipation. Surely it wouldn't be long, would it? Oh she didn't think it was possible to wait any longer for someone to show up... an impatient whinny escaped her; rattling her ribcage some as it reverberated through her vocal cords and became the sound it was meant to be. Well, things would move faster if she called attention to herself... wouldn't they? She sure hoped so.

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YEAH, me NEiTHER.

this is . severed core
open to . anyone!
counting . 887 words
progress . c o m p l e t e
extra . woot! finally posting with her!

[lealou]

((ooc: Her full history and all that can be found under "the Gambler" I forgot the login and password for that account though. Im sure you could also find it in uhm... The joining area, Titled, "those magic changes" Her full name is Black Magic... ))


The lands of the undecided always whispered with an eerie voice, sending chills down even the bravest of equines. Born into a family of loving lights, and destined to one day liberate the clan, Magic had to be strong, she had to be brave. However, on the Filly’s second official year a menacing storm intruded her thoughts. The Filly ran. She ran as far as her feet could take her, eventually ending up in a land where nothing grew except hatred, fear and the ability to harm with out remorse.

Here, she felt at home, fulfilling her destiny with a parallel cause. She had become the enemy of her own friends, family and most of all of her self. She learned how to hate, how to instil fear, most of all, she learned to forget compassion and sorrow.

But here she still felt outcaste and lost. It seemed home was no where to be found. With her new skills she feared nothing, or so she though. Pistons carried her, her mind having no play to the direction of her journey. Soon she found herself deep with in the lands of the undecided, where the eerie voice whispered.

The same eerie voice haunted Magic for weeks, months even. She had long escaped the dreadful parts, and now felt more empty then before. She was stripped of everything that made her… Her. She now faced the journey of finding herself. Her first goal, however, was to find a safe place to stay. With her lack of trust, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever feel safe.

Pistons carried her effortlessly along side of a flowing creek. A slight breeze flew through her ebony whipcords. And for a moment she felt lost in her thoughts, lost within herself, stuck with the haunting voice. The sound of another horse quickly drew her from the pain within. She halted abruptly, pinned her ears and stretched her neck out as far as it went. Her muzzle now being the tallest part of her, she flared her nostrils picking up the slight sent of another equine. Returning to her neck to its natural arch, she pawed the ground with impatiens. Should she draw the other to her… Would it be smarter to hide? Confusion fought with her mind, and she fell frozen to the spot. Silence falling around her, other then the dull roar of the wind and creek.

((So not as long! haha))

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EVER heard OF FiGHTiNG FAiR?
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{i.} This wasn't all that depressing. She tried to reason with herself that the lack of company wasn't something to be upset over, but it was kinda hard to argue with herself when she was this annoyed. Was there no one here?! Or were they just avoiding her... Oh if she was being ignored that was just going to send her over the edge! Sure, she might be patient, but when she needed to see some drama, she needed to see some drama. Snorting in a loud exhale, her ears flickered half-back and she bobbed her head furiously. What?! Did she have to go seek these equines out for herself? This was most obnoxious.

{ii.} Short legs stretched forward as she pulled away from her former spot. Fine, I will go to them. she thought snippily as her miniature, fourteen one hand form was brought along with quick, short steps. Slightly agitated, her tail lashed her hindquarters. "What? Are they all terrified of the roan midget," she grumbled angrily under her breath - sarcasm.

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YEAH, me NEiTHER.

this is . severed core
open to . anyone!
counting . 000 words
progress . i n c o m p l e t e
extra . workin' on it ^^; had to figure out things for college because it starts in eleven days