Post by 'Scape-Monster on Jun 21, 2011 16:23:33 GMT -8
Gypsy
A flash of white with odd colouring. That is the first thing that comes to most equine minds when they see me for the first time. I love the feeling of the wind flowing through my mane and tail, lifting it and tugging at it playfully. Granted, it always feels better in the summer. My feathers kept me warm in the winter, which it happened to be at the moment. The ground was covered in a thin dust of snow, where it looked white, but you could see patched of grass here and there. That made me smile. I was glad that I blended in with the background. Well. for the most part. After all, I was a cross bred unicorn. Well, not really in the sense of the term 'cross breed' I wasn't some sort of keplie hybrid. I couldn't sing others to their death, but I loved to sing for my own entertainment. I didn't have an extra appendage in the form of wings. No. I was just two types of Unicorn. but I was still thought of as an oddity. Perhaps if I had been any other colour I wouldn't have been picked on nearly as much. perhaps it was my breed that lead others to hate me so much, even in my own kind. No. I was a white Friesian. Weird enough, but my mane and tail were a light cinnamon colour, my horn growing out to match. It was... a terrible thing to have, I was sure. But it wasn't just that that made me so odd. I had markings that no other could claim to have. I had the stars on my rump, spreading out and stretching for my legs, spiraling around them and getting smaller as they went, disappearing all together once they got half way down. They matched my mane and tail in colour, but that isn't the half of it. My eyes. Oh, my eyes. They were the oddest colour yet. At least, that was what I was told since birth. I had never really seen them for myself. Glimpses, sure, but nothing substantial, I didn't need to. But these orbs of mine, the oddest colour yet. They, as I have been told, are a purple hue, something medium, like a flower, a lilac if you wish, or something else. Not dark and simmering, nor light and playful, something in between, something with a bit of both, just like my personality.
I snorted, my nares flaring up before me, letting out a wisp of smoke that twirled around my horn as I speared it through the strange design that had made its way in the air. I took in more chilling oxygen and warmed it, letting out another breath as my eyes scanned the area. I never really looked at my eyes, and I didn't really have a desire to. I lifted a pillar, placing it down in front of me as I walked to the water's edge of the lacuna. I had heard of the place having looked like a well. I wasn't sure if the water would be frozen over or not, but that didn't matter, I was sure that the slick looking rocks would be there once it melted through anyways. I was pretty average for my breed, aside that maybe I was a little big for mare, but that didn't matter too much. I was a trickster and a joke to anyone that wanted to get involved with me. I wasn't about to let someone take control of all this without my permission.
I turned around, letting my mane and tail swirl about me, my forelock tangling with the one horn that I had. I wondered what it would be like to have another one. It would be interesting. Where would I want it. I smiled wickedly as I thought of the one place that would do a stallion the most damage. Not that I thought it would be comfortable to have a horn back there but I thought that it would be funny enough for them to think they could get away with anything and then BAM. Pain. major amounts of pain. I looked all sweet and innocent, but I really wasn't entirely the type. However, I wasn't too bad about being mean to them either. I liked to trick, sure, and if they deserved it, right on. But I mean, if they were harmless, I wasn't just going to go up to them and spear them in the face or their manly beings. No. I wasn't that kind of girl either.
I was my own element, I thought, prancing around and tossing my dial, letting out a bright and happy whinny, hoping to draw some attention to my form. I was already a stand out, why not make it even more so? I lifted my front pillars, stretching out my daggers at the frosty air before me, letting out another happy cry. Yes, I looked innocent. Maybe I could fake looking ill or hurt, and then, then I could trick them, into coming close enough, just to tease them a little. Flirt and play around, then go bolting off. That would be a wonderful plot. I liked the idea already. Granted, it was my own idea, so I wouldn't have a problem with it. There were plenty of things I could handle, and a stupid little Stallion was one of them. I would pull at his strings, and then cut them apart. But not entirely, I'd leave a few puppet strings for later if he decided to follow me around later.
I snorted, coming back down, feathers spreading to reveal my ivory daggers in their full glory. I smiled, looking at them. I was a pretty girl, wasn't I? Well, aside from all the scaring on my bodice and rump. That might deter someone. After all, when you've been tormented by your own kind for being just a little too different, that tended to happen. Someone almost always got the boot, and this time, it wasn't my purebred mother or the father that gave me the other half of my genetics. No. It was me. I got the boot because I looked the worst of it. I looked like some crazy girl, wild eyes that had hidden depths, the kind that liked to trick others and play with myself even, Acting was always fun. Perhaps I would find a little stallion, and then when he came up to me, I would act out as if I'd been searching for him. The great news? I had his baby. I knew it because I could feel it kicking. Oh what a wonderful kick I would get out of that one.
I twirled around, dancing in the snow as I waited for someone to answer my call, all the while hoping that it would be a stallion. I couldn't have nearly s much fun with a mare. Mares were complicated. At least, they were so stupid they were complicated. I mean, I know, I'm a mare myself, but some of the ones that I come across are so air headed that I can't stand them. If I can't have a conversation with them, I'll kick them in the face. No question. What are they without their beauty then? They're nothing but a stupid empty shell, that's what. I snorted again, trying to tone down my anger. No. That wasn't seemly if I was going to get this joke pulled off well enough. I would look a little injured, not too hard, then say I had been looking for him. Oh what a wonderful trick. I had been looking for fun, I would say. I would flirt. A lot. then I would bolt for it. I was really starting to love the idea.
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Muse: GOOD! Playlist is awesome so that helps.
Notes: Be prepared for her little trick, its going to be way too much fun ^.^