all these monsters in my head;

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SINISTER;


the stallion craned his scrawny, dappled neck upwards. his ears were
pricked forward, and his milky white eyes were looking at the crest of
the hill. the knee deep grasses swayed back and forth lightly in a soft
breeze, brushing delicately against his belly. his muscular diaphragm
eased out a long and slow sigh through dark edged, flared nostrils.
there was not a sound, aside from the delicate shuffling of the blades
of grass and his steady breathing. those were just background noises.
they were kind of comforting, actually.


his legs kept working up the hill, burning calories that the stallion really
didn't have. perks of a tape worm, really. kept him nice and slim... or
actually, kept him malnourished and sickly weak most of the time. the
bones on his hips looked dangerously sharp, and his spine stuck out
like a railway. and that's not even the sorely obvious ribs.

sinister stopped his walking.

he took this time to snatch up a few blades of grass, chewing
thoughtfully as he breathed in the scents of nomad's hill. what he could
tell, a few faint strange horse scents wafted about, a rabbit or two,
maybe a fox or some type of canine, and something oddly dark. well, he
was oddly dark, so he passed the latter off as him catching a whiff of
himself. he saw no one, no thing. he gave himself a mental shrug,
pulled up a few more lengths of grass to go, and resumed his steady
walk.

the dirty dappled stallion wondered silently to himself what this place
offered. he really wanted companionship, though he'd tell you that he
was perfectly fine being alone. dead things related more to him
anyway, he'd claim. they smell better than you, he'd say. halfway true,
though, the only problem that dead things couldn't talk back. or give any
kind of sign as a matter of fact. oh, the woes of the dead. sinister shook
out his mane, long, black, and tangled with dead grass and
cuckleburrs.

really, sinister was pretty ugly. he was scrawny, dirty - filthy actually -
and his dapples made him look that must nastier. just ask him though,
he'd tell you that he was pretty smokin' hot. could get any of the ladies
he wanted, except he didn't want to because he still believed in cooties.



FEAR THROUGH THE EYES OF MADNESS;

[Ranjit]

† A f t e r l i f e †

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A whuffling noise was sent forth from his expanded nostrils, shuddering the air around him and sending ripples out along the atmosphere until they collided with various things in his path and began to travel their way back to him. The youthful stallion's mind's eye - heavily overdevelopved due to a lack of actual eyes - formed a clear image of the land scape around him and thusly, inky limbs began to carry forth a pale bay body once more. Olfatory nerve processed all the little scents; a bird had landed on this limb, carryng a sweet leaf of some tree; there was dung there, a fox. The various scents formed as great an image as the one he 'saw' in his mental eye at the moment. There were no trees before him, only an endless expanse of high grasses. His path would be smooth for the next few miles as he began to ascend the large hill.

As limbs carried his slender body up the hill, he had failed to locate the small log not too far from him and by the time he realized that it was there, his gooves had already struck it. Forelimbs buckled as the momentum of his walk sent him stumbling over it, hinds folding as he fell heavily upon his side. The stallion let loose a low grunt as pain eploded up trhough his body. For a moment he lay there, legs bent awkwardly beneath him, neck stretched out with his cheek pressed to the sod. His inky mane was spilled over the ground, his tail plumed out. With an angry grunt, the brute pulled himself to his legs, forcing his frame into the air again. A slow shake of a small skull sent his black mane rippling along his neck as his tail lashed at his haunches. The stallion hated very few things, being a very peaceful animal, but anything that was too small for him to 'see' was one of the things he hated.

Grumbling lowly under his breath, he whuffed again, letting the picture form itself so that he could more easily see. Legs then churned to carry him up the long side of the hill, taking his time and moving with care. He did not want to stumble again,as his side was already throbbing. As he came upon the crest of the hill and whuffled softly, he went rigd as the sound brought back a very clear image of another horse. Nostrils flared to draw in the air, smelling out this horse's scent. Stallion, not too old, not young, though. Dirty and rank smelling, Afterlife did not want to meet this horse, but in order to get down the hill and to the next territory, he would have to go back him. Slowly, cautiously, he began to trail down the hill, keeping his haunches tucked to keep himself from slidiing down. The closer he got to the stallion he more he could tell that he was a sickly thing and the pale bay did not want to be near him. A few strands of the stallion's forelock fell down into the empty, staring sockets where his eyes should have been; instant pain exploded and he tossed his head sharply to rid them of the pain. He hated that too.

Word Count .:. 553
Muse .:. Bad.
Character .:. Afterlife
Notes .:. Shitty post, I know. Lots of typos, half asleep.

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[Reta]

SINISTER;


sinister had took a break to eat, or more so feed his parasite, and while
doing so he had ended up turned around facing the direction he had
come from. if the stallion knew he had a tape worm living inside his
intestine he'd definitely name it. clarice if it was a girl worm, or ronald if
it was a boy worm. with each mouthful, the dappled stallion would lift
his head, staring into the sky thoughtfully. the things that ran through
his head? do birds ever fly so high that they fall up? what makes the
moon glow? what makes a cloud grey? not quite the most educated
questions, but they say no question is a dumb question. right?

his own chewing filled his ears with a steady grinding noise. he
couldn't hear the younger horse approaching, and even if he hadn't of
been eating he probably wouldn't hear it approaching either. the light
bay, nearly dun, horse walked so lightly that it didn't make much more
of a noise from the natural shushing of the long grasses swaying in the
breeze. that wasn't the reason either, though. sinister was just
oblivious. completely not paying attention. he was absolutely absorbed
in his philosophical pondering of the world's various mysteries.

then, sinister heard something. he quickly swallowed what he was
chewing, and turned his head to face the direction he'd originally been
headed. and there it was. some creeper staring right into his eyes,
boring deep into his soul and metaphorically raping his mind. yeah,
whatever. but that didn't stop sin from doing a quick turnabout. for a
moment all four legs where off the ground, and his face was in a
temporary mask of horror.

"jeebus, you freaking weirdo, what's your deal?"
sinister shrieked, his voice shrill. he's knees felt a little weak from
fright, and adrenaline coursed through he's veins. yes, yes, we all know
that sinister is a huge sissy."how long have you been
watching me eat? does it get you off or something, watching strangers
eat?" he demanded, pinning his ears aggressively

"who the feck are you, anyway? i'm sinister," he
paused for a minute, then shook his head angrily.
"dammit, once again i foil my own self! GET OUT OF MY
HEAD!"


WHO WILL RIDE THIS DYING CAROUSEL?
FOUR RUSTED HORSES STRANGLED BY THEIR OWN ROPE;

[Ranjit]

† A f t e r l i f e †

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He was scared. The slight twitches of his sleek muscles along his chest and shoulders showed that. The nervous swishing of his tail, lashing his haunches and tickling his hocks showed that. The twisted of his ears, laying them back against his head and then swiveling them forward, showed that. He did not want to meet this horse, did not want to have any sort of contact with any horses yet. With every fall of a hoof that carried him closer, the young stallion grew more and more terrified. He could envision this horse, haunches sticking out, ribs able to be counted even by his false sight. A nervous flaring of his nostrils pulled in a deep breath; this stallion was so ill that it was easily able to be scented by the approaching blind one.

He came to a slow halt, limbs together in a very dressage style move. He did not want to move any closer at all. A snort was expunged from his nostrils, the sound waves bouncing intangibly off the various things in front of him and allowing him to see the brute again. The sickly stallion had moved and was now facing him, which meant that the blind stallion had been spotted. Muscles went rigid under his pale coat as he waited for the attack so sure to come. Ears laid back against his skull as his neck dropped it down, muzzle just above the grasses that tickled at his stomach. This movement sent a few strands of black forelock into the staring sockets and he flinched, but made no move to throw them out; if his sightless sockets were hidden, perhaps the stallion would leave him be.

But this wish was obviously not meant to be. In a tone of voice that could only be described as a shrill shriek, the stallion yelled out his words, sending Afterlife back several steps as his ears went flat against his skull. If a horse could whimper, that would described the noise that came from the young horse's throat as he twisted his face away, keeping the stallion from being able to see the staring sockets devoid of a orb. Now he truly wished that he had not come this way, or that he had at least hidden himself as soon as he had sensed the stallion. Tail tucked itself against his haunches, a defensive yet submissive gesture. He was being yelled at for something he had not even done and he didnt like it. Another step was shuffled back, but his hoof hit a small stone and he stumbled again, though thankfully did not go down this time.

As the stallion ceased his words, the light bay shifted, trying to stop the stinging in his right hind hoof. The swearwords hit his ears hard and he did not like it; the angels had never sworn and had never yelled at him. Another, softer snort was given, letting him form another mental image of his surroundings and of the ill stallion before him. He did not want to speak, did not wish to break the silence that had now fallen after the beast had ceased speaking, but he knew he had no real choice. "I mean you no harm, stallion." His tone was terrified, his voice coloured with an accent that was undefineable.

Word Count .:. 557
Muse .:. Shitty
Character .:. Afterlife
Notes .:. Aftie + Sin = BFF

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[Reta]

SINISTER;


sinister was completely taken aback. for a moment, he didn't even know what to do. his
jaw even hung open, somewhat to the side, in shock. he instantly felt terrible. every
other time he'd done the name calling and child-like swearing, the opposing horse
would laugh, call him something along the lines of an idiot or a freak, and shoulder
rudely past him. this was new. the stallion snapped his mouth shut quickly, hoping the
other guy hadn't seen his sudden shock. he swallowed, attempting to lubricate his
dried up throat. he took a couple steps back, to ease the tension the light bay horse felt.

"aww, jeez, man..." he started softly, but trailed off and didn't finish.
he swallowed again, a little unsure what to say. for all his bad-guy-bad-ass routine,
sinister deal feel like a monster for freaking this poor guy out too much. he started
again, well, i guess you can watch me eat. i mean, it is kind of weird, but if
that kind of voyeuristic thing floats your boat then go ahead... just don't try anything, cat,
cause i don't go that way." he tossed his head dismissively.

but a heartbeat later, the dark dapple grey narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the light
bay horse. now that he thought about, this guy was really strange. really, really strange.
he gave sinister the chills down his railway spine.

"wait, wait! i know what you're up to! you're trying to get past my defenses,
but let me tell you, little mister, it's not going to work!" all the words exploded
past sinister's lips in a rush, becoming more and more shrill with each one. he pinned
his ears again. "i'm on to you! you never even told me your name. strike
one!"


THEY'LL JUST CUT YOUR WRISTS LIKE CHEAP COUPONS;
AND SAY THAT DEATH WAS ON SALE TODAY;

[Ranjit]

† A f t e r l i f e †

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A cool breeze swept over the two stallions, raising the pale bay's dark mane so that it rippled along his neck. A shudder ran through him as he ducked his head to the side, keeping the breeze from raking his forelock away from his eyeless sockets. The skin on his shoulder shuddered as a small horsefly, obviously newborn, landed on it, its tiny front legs rubbing together as though it was looking forward to biting into his flesh. The young stallion flicked an ear as the sound of a hawk wheeling high in the sky reached him, likely unheard by the ill one, as the bay's hearing was far better. Skull was still low as he fluttered both ears toward the stallion, listening to the words that came spilling out of his mouth. Apparently, Afterlife had not acted like the beast had expected.

A flick of his heavy tail slaughtered a fly that had landed on his haunches, ridding the world of one more pest. The stallion lifted his head slowly, debating inside his mind as to whether or not it would be worth it to show that ill one - Sinister, he called himself - that he had no way of seeing him other than using the angel-given power of echolocation. The few horses that he had shown before, and that number was only about two, had fled and never spoken of him again, too terrified that the eyeless one would bring wrath down upon them if they spoke of it. The stallion sighed softly, giving his skull a shake before he spoke softly, the words coming like thorns pulled from a wound. "My name is Afterlife, and as I said, I mean no harm." He paused for a moment, his odd voice - the accent that he picked up in heaven while there, one not on earth - echoing in the still morning. "I cannot see you, Sinister. I am blind." A flip of his head revealed the empy sockets.

[Reta]

SINISTER;

sinister pinned his ears flat to his neck as he heard the stallion speak.
he backed up a few steps, as if the horse's strange voice could
physically hurt him. he kept his eyes narrowed despite the reassurance
that he meant no harm. the dapple grey took back his retreated steps,
and then a few more once it occurred to him that a voice could not
physically harm.

"what?!" sinister's mouth dropped open again,
hanging at a hinge while his eyes widened with shock.
"holy schizzlesticks! freakin' snazzy!" the lanky
stallion closed the gap in a few swift moments, surprisingly quick for
such a sickly creature. he tried to get his face as close to the empty eye
sockets as possible, marveling at the beauty of the hollow holes.
"those eye sockets are something awesome... say, you're
a pretty cool guy."

the dappled horse immediately rejected his on theories and
suspicions of afterlife. this guy was just as weird as him, cause just
look at his eyes. or lack there of. it was probably the coolest thing
sinister had ever seen but to your average normal society living horse
would see him as a pariah. he would only get in the way of others, be a
burden and drag down those around him. or atleast that's what
everyone would think. and even if it was proved otherwise, he would be
looked down upon just by his appearance. sounded just like the friend
that sinister had always wanted. a weirdo like him.

FOREVER HAUNTED, MORE THAN AFRAID;
ASPHYXIATE ON WORDS I WOULD SAY;

[Ranjit]

† A f t e r l i f e †

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Its coming, fingers are hurting and not cooperating.

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