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[rapture ™]

T H E ¦ M I S A N T H R O P I S T

Freedom's just a word today,
When someone takes your word away it's seldom ever heard...

The pulsating waves lulled the hulking beast back into the misty depths of the unconscious realm, forced him back into the stupor he'd been wallowing in for days. Instead of succumbing like he had every other time, the Misanthropist struggled against it, thick limbs sluggishly churning in the salty water. Low grunts were expelled from him as slack muscles tightened again. It was amazing that luck had clung to this wretched beast for so long, keeping him alive as he floated, blissfully ignorant, within the waves, his body being carted from his homeland to this strange new one.

Raven legs now struck out with new invigorated insanity. It took the stallion a few moments to realize that his dinner plate sized hooves had struck against underwater sand, muddying up the clear liquid around him. Panting with exertion, the Misanthropist struggled to stand, all four legs splayed out like a dog ready to play. His ribs, rising beneath the skin like so many hills, rose and fell with his harsh breathing. His throat convulsed as he tried to swallow, to soothe the fire of dehydration that had claimed his throat. But there was no saliva. Staggering with sudden weakness, the black beast turned, fever-reddened eyes darting about with a searching look. Water. He had to find some clean, salt-less water. Soon.

One foreleg lifted, the mass of hair, feathers, a tangled mess weeping salted water and tangled with slick seaweed. It dangled above the swelling and ebbing water dripping as it wavered in uncertainty. Something was strange, different. For the first time in what felt like eternity, his mind was clear. It didn't feel hollow or smoke-filled. It felt weird. Testing it, the beast shook his head, scattering diamond-clear water droplets everywhere. Nope, still clear. This time, when he shook his head, the movement was soft, made in amazement and wonder. Is this what it felt like to be sane?

At that thought, lightness, like fizzy bubbles, rose from his heart to his mouth in an excited war whoop, the noise shooting across the beach. A frenzied giggle bubbled from his lips as his cry startled some black-headed gulls into flight, their laughing call echoing his. Although unsteady, his strides took on a swaggering manner, filled with a boldness that only the deranged could possess. His lips murmured incomprehensible words as he strutted along the pale sandy shore, dancing away from the wave's groping wills. The moon danced upon the shifting waters, casting her face down to smile at her little creation. A ray reached out from behind a cloud's tail, caressing his unkempt coat.

Strange powers, adrenaline for those who knew what it was, rushed through hid veins like new life, powering his body like never before. A daunting hunk of driftwood became an easy leap despite the fact that if he were to stand beside it, the top of the wood would have tickled his chin. Nothing could stop him today, for he was as good as a god!

...so take a sentence full of things you're not supposed to say;
Carry on, but don't write it down or you'll be gone

[Riddle Box Juggalette]

T o m o r r o w ' s W i s h
every action in this world bears a consequence

The tempess wondered the sandy shores in confusion, her mind more mudffled and beaten down than she could ever remember it being. Yet at the same time she felt...what was that? She couldn't exactly say clear but it was something, something she had no word for just yet. Something that she had never felt before and somethig no oen had ever explained to her. Something no one had ever spoken of. At least not that she kenw of or could remember anyways. This was all just so different! But one thign was olf and familar. The clear confusion, this muddled questions and wonderings. That was something that had always been there, or for as long as she could it remember it had been. ever since that day she had come to those lands called Thunder Mountain....ever since him...

The copper dove shook herself. she did NOT want to remember these things! She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think about him! Or the otehr czar for that matter. She did not want to think of either of them. Yet here were the thoughts, creeping slowly into the queens mind like posion. Descent....Summer Storm....Rhapsody..Rhapsody! Oh it seemed she had long forgotten him before today! She had bansihed the thoughts from her mind untill now. And Summer Storm, how she had left him there...alone and bewildered....their fawns...everything they had known! How could she have ever been so cruel, especially after what Descent had done to her! After what he'd done to their very own daughter, their last daughter, Descent's Wish.

Tomorrow's Wish snorrted angrily and almost threw herself to the ground. She didn't though, she stood with trembling daggers and tried so hard to clear her mind of these memories. She didn't need to remember these things! She didn't need to remember them! All she wanted to do was start her life over. All she wanted was a clean start. All she wnated was to live her life in peace like any normal equine. Why could thes hauntings leave her be! Why? That was what she wanted to know. That was her qustiosn as she walked across the sandy shores of the beach.

Who would have thought the a single banshee could feel so much pain? Who would have thought that this mare would wish so desperately to forget who she was and everything that had been? Well she did and as she walked she heard a voice though. It sounded distant but close all at once. She knew it wasn't any voice she had heard before so she mustn't already know this equine. Whoever it was sounded like maybe they were actually having an ok time and out of pure curiousity she followed the sound. Slender pistons pushed the near shaking femmora forward, after the vocals that came ever closer.

Wish spotted the hellion after a few more seconds and she stopped, the winds rippling her golden tassles across her lithe frame. Who was this stallion? What was he doign here on this day? She wondered about him as she did everyone she met. That had always been how it was with her. So many questions and so little answers! The fae shook herself, willing her flitns to move a few steps closer every few minutes or so untill she was jsut two foxlengths away from the czar. Who was he?

[rapture ™]

I can see you, but you can't see me,
I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me...

Forelimbs curled up to nestle against his chest as the stallion hefted his body over the driftwood, tangled hairs snapping in the light breeze. The moments seemed to both last forever and end in the blink of an eye. Nothing could beat this feeling. It was as if massive wings had sprouted from his shoulders and with one push, he was bound for the unknown. A bone-rattling thud brought him back to the sandy earth. What a shame. It would have been interesting to be forever floating, to be caught in the endless moment of weightlessness. Perhaps that was how a feather feels once it detaches from its host, carving circular patterns in the sky as it descends.

The return to the materialistic world seemed to be a trigger. Upon impact, the Misanthropist’s bloodshot eyes no longer saw the world before him, but fragmented sections of his past. They flashed across his mind in mere moments, but the memories were as clear as if he was living through them again. Yet again he could feel the agonizing pain as his hind leg wept crimson blood and discolored disease. He could feel the fever eating at his mind and melting his muscle. His hind legs uncurled, striking the ground. That second thud returned him to his body, forgetting what had just flashed across his mind’s eye. Apparently there is such a thing as bliss in ignorance.

Those scarred hind legs found them tossed back into the air as his spine cracked out a foal-like buck, pale hooves bright against the clouded sky. The land was quickly losing its vibrant colors as the cloud’s shadows swept over it, devouring the gemstone hues. Sand sprayed about his ebony form like a beige mist, quickly falling to dust over the marks of his passing. White ribbons circled both eyes, making him look crazed. His forelock leapt between his tilted ears revealing two very different eyes. An off star touched one, a brilliant iced blue rimmed and veined with the navy darkness of a twilit sky. The other was typical of an equine- a reddish brown that hid that rectangular pupil. A strange sight indeed.

It was as his starved frame curved about to leap again that he spotted the sorrel equine in the distance. His stride faltered for a moment, almost as if he had forgotten that the earth was indeed there to support him. It had been a long time since he had last seen one of his kind. This one was different, however. Perhaps it was because he was used to the bulkier draft-mixes and Friesians that he’d worked with. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to seeing such vibrant hues sheathing the skeleton of another horse. A harsh snort fluttered his nostrils as he slowed to a standstill. She was but a few lengths off from him. So close, yet so far away. His head tilted in a way that most would call curious, a way that the suspicious would call calculating. The movement once again called for the strange clarity. His mind felt vast, open, like a plains land. The disturbing feeling raised his skin in gooseflesh as a shiver danced down his spine with a cool, bony finger.

His voice was one that fit his appearance, though rough from many moons of screaming. The result was a low tone, husky most of the time. The words that leapt from his daring tongue, however, weren’t the type that one would expect. “You’re bright in this dark world.” The words didn’t make total sense, nor were they meant to. It was commonplace that the beast spoke what came to mind, the stringing of words only making sense to himself.

...if I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you,
And if you hear me, I'll enjoy trying to find you