Lights. Camera. Action.
That's what you would say to the beginning of a show, a production, right? That moment when all is still, all you can think about is how many people are in the audience. Rehearsing your lines, over and over and over again until you get them absolutely right. That moment when adrenaline takes over your body, blood rushes to your feet. You can't think, you're so focused. You want to need to be perfect. Not only for others, but yourself.

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His coat wasn't that hard to notice; being white and such. Except for his legs, half covered in dirt-filled feathers, they blended in with the long grass. Walking gracefully towards this new site, he stopped just quiet enough to notice the rabbit, scurrying through the grass, searching for any kind of food source. Still unnoticed, he stalked towards it, almost like a cat looking for prey. Head low to the ground, he stepped ever so gracefully, avoiding any sticks or rubbish along the way. This wasn't a challenge, he has killed others much larger than this. This was just too easy for this brute. He stalked, his light blue eyes locked in on his prey. His feathers brushed lightly against the grass, making it seem like just the wind. As he neared the rabbit, his heart beat increased. He always got excited whenever he got the chance to kill again. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, and just as he was about to lose control, he pounced at the rabbit, sharp daggers hitting his prey with such a force like thunder. Blood spattered the grass as he easily ripped the rabbit's head off with his teeth, the smell stinging his nostril's and the taste of it on his lips, almost delicious. This is what he was born to do. He was born to kill. Nothing else, and he could say he was very good at this job. As he dropped the rabbit's head back to the ground, he lifted his head high in the air, a snort escaping his nostril's as he looked around in triumph, feeling successful with himself. A screech escaped his vocal chords as he stood, traveling far with the wind, carrying almost a disturbing message. He walked away from the torn prey, nearing the abandoned farmhouse where he stood and grazed by himself, ever so happy to be alone.

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AZAZEL

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[bg=#668B8B] "her words." | 'other's words.' | her thoughts. The deserted fields of the old horse farm lay filled with fresh grass and millions of tiny insects; just waiting for a victim to bother. The broken down farmhouse and stables remained standing, even though the place hadn't seen a human in years. Their crumbling walls still remained in tact in random areas, but left huge, gaping holes in other areas. The fences surrounding the pastures where so many horses had roamed and grazed still stood; though termites had ate away parts of the wood. A million sounds seemed to be flowing in a soft breeze that blew through the old farm. The wind whistling through the walls of the farmhouse and stables; almost sounding like music. A young maiden pranced her way towards the old horse farm. It seemed to have been many months since the young vixen had been near the wretched place. Of course, the young mare wasn't just any mare. She was more along the lines of the Sacred Springs Queen. And, like most herd leaders, she was always in search of equines for her herd. Wanting the beautiful lands she called home, to be filled with the noise of happy equines; and eventually the pitter patter of little hooves. Hopefully, though, she hoped one day to have her own offspring. But, she'd only ever allow a stud she cared about to be the father. However, things happen; including forcebreedings. But, so far this year; she was lucky. And so, the story goes back to the young maiden; a three-year-old, roan appaloosa mare. She continued to make her way towards the farm. Her dance-like motions fluid and almost show-offish. Her white/gray mane and tail flowing in the wind behind her as she moved. Though, as the breeze blew over her form, she caught the scent of another equine; a stallion. Slowing a bit, she moved into a walk closer to where the stallion stood grazing. Fortunately for her, she hadn't seen the stallion murder the rabbit, but that could also have its bad points. As the stallion's form came into view, she stopped a few feet away from him and just gazed at him. A soft snort escaped her nares, but she glanced around at her surroundings. "Hello," Valium greeted the cremello stallion. click image for credits.

Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle.

The stench of the blood quenched his thirst and expanded his lungs as he breathed it in. His white coat untouched, the only prominent sign of a killing was the rabbit itself. Enjoyed with his doings, he continued to graze, washing away the bitter taste and filling his mouth with the green pleasures. His blue eyes looked up just in time to see the graceful figure appearing. His eyes locked on her, watching her muscles strain and relax as she lessened the ground between them. The way she moved was almost ghost-like in a way. He couldn't help but be drawn to her presence. She looked tasteful to him, in a disturbing way. He wondered how and if she would fight back if he decided to go after her. Hello beautiful. He replied to her lovely voice. Like velvet, he took in her words as they hit his eardrums. A smirk flooded his lips and he looked at her with intensity. Eyeing her bodice up and down, he couldn't help but notice her confirmation; the way she stood, presented herself. Yes, she was young. Maybe too young. What would a fine young dove be doing out alone at this time of day?

Some nights I wish they'd just fall off.

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[bg=#668B8B] As the damsel had released a greeting to the stallion, it didn't take long for her to hear one in response. Though, the greeting that left the stud's vocals was one of flirtation; even if he didn't realize it himself. 'Hello beautiful.' Her auds flicked in response to his greeting. The flirtatious tone not going unnoticed. Shifting slightly, the Light Queen kept her gaze locked on the stallion before her. She didn't recognize him as another light. But, she figured he might be neutral. Though, that could be wrong too. Of course, the young maiden might be young for her ranking in life; but she deserved her rank, having been born into it. 'What would a fine young dove be doing out alone at this time of day?' She hadn't expected him to ask a question so soon. But, let the question register in her mind as she thought about how best to answer it. Her tail flicked back and forth behind her, swatting at a few pests that seemed to linger in the air around her. "I suppose I would just be doing what other equines do. Wandering around. Though, in my case, that's not all I am doing," she responded slowly. Her form shifted once more slowly. "I am also out looking for members to join my new herd," she added, carefully. Her gaze scanning over his cremello form. The way he held himself made him look masculine and handsome. But, looks could always be deceiving. click image for credits.

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2utnc7p.jpg] Her voice gave him adrenaline; blood pumping, he stood, watching her every so carefully. True, in his mind he would think she was just another kill, more blood to spatter the virgin ground. Or was she more? There was something different, sort of mysterious about the way he felt; looked at her. Yes, it would be so easy to just take her, force her into getting what he wanted. He was sure he could take her with no problems; a piece of cake. He slowly crept forward, circling her as she spoke. Intently watching her, he circled, full attention on her and giving her a soft smile. It was smile's like that, that pushed the uneasy feeling away about a new stranger. After she was done speaking, he stopped and smirked ever so slightly. Ah. So you are lead mare, eh? His speech had an almost laughable tone to it as he spoke to her, his face softening as he forced it. His eyes locked into hers as he spoke, still watching her every move, every flick of her tail, twitch of her muscle as she shooed away the pesky flies. I don't think any members of your herd would be pleased if they saw that you had brought me home with you. He chuckled after he spoke, realizing that she was not even close to dark. Probably has done no killing; no blood hitting her bodice, no bad, horrible thoughts ever crossing her mind, and in some way, he thought she was lucky for this. Word Count; -258- Lyrics; -xxx Notes; -xxx- click image for credits.

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