++ It's Going To Be Me Who Slaughters Your World

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So many places, so many faces. The red roan beast had seen it all. Well, mostly. And yet, here he was, amdist a large mass of grassland, so few creatures stirring within it. Black eyes ringed with a dull yellow swept randomly through the vast expanse of tall, green grass. The baby blue sky overhead witrh white tuffs if clouds floating in its blue mass that stretched to each point on the horizon. Trees, with their leaves dressing the naken branches that he knew to be beneath the greenery. Birds singing, rabbits stirring in the brush nearby... Spring was here. But that was to Richard's dismay as well as pleasure. Horses would be doing the nasty little deed, spawning little, soft, tasty (and don't forget helpless!) smaller images of themselves. Enough to make the warlock gag on his own tongue. A wretched thing, love was. Something he would never take upon himself. He wasn't a family guy in any way, shape, or form. In fact, rape was relaly ever the last thing on his mind to ever do. Sure, it was against the will of another, and it would definitely bring pain and long term suffering. But that would mean creation of a life that shouldn't ever be spawned. He11, Richard never should ahve been conceived. But he was. His idiot of a father didn't know that blood like theirs ought not be spread. Besides, if ever Richard did have kids, they'd be dead pretty quick. You see, he has a thing for foals. They're helpless, and don't usually win when they fight him back. And he gets one of his many sick kicks from that sort of thing. He does tend to kill thing... Things that don't or can't fight back. It was a weird concept. He enjoyed taking a new life. But then again, he enjoyed taking just about any life, old or young, weak or strong. Not many stood much of a fighting chance against the red roan monstrous beast. And that was just what Richard loved most about himself. But lets not get into that, shall we?

His mass stood apart from most red roans. His hide had three different shades of red. And they were randomly scattered about him, too. Not to mention those black eyes with dull yellow rings around his pupils were enough to set him apart from just about any other individual here. An observant eye would note his ribs showed fairly well. But don't think this a weakness of his. He simply has the wildest look any wild horse could obtain. After all, the dumb greenery hardly held any noutrition enough to fill a horse out fully. But there was hardly any fat between his bones and muscles and tissues. He was muscle. Pure, hard muscle. But there was, of course, fat on him, and where it should be. But he wasn't the biggest, baddest looking stallio either. A pitty, too. So many go off looks these days. Someone might make the fatal mistake of thinking him weak. But the absolute, number one thing anyone should never say when he's in earshot is saying he can't do something. Because, if someone says he can't do something, he has the defiance and impulsive urge to prive them wrong and do it, no matter how hard he has to push the limits. He's gone through the roof of his limits before. And the fools who dared challenge his strengthsw were six feet below. So, it takes someone with a smart wit and cleverity to know just by the wild, defiant look in his eye that no one should ever question exactly what he was capable of. It just wasn't smart.

Coarse, tangled, and matted forelock fell between his ears as he stood off to the side of the wood nearby. Going undetected. His blood tinged flag wraps about his hind limbs, his tassels doing the same about his nape as the wind stirs. Strands beg to follow the current, yet hoisted to their posts the remained. Though, there was always a few strands that fell free of teir rooted location, adn took to the winds, falling wherever they so happened to fall. Flies attempted to make temporary landing on his hide, but the whip of his flag was enough to send them flying, and convincing them to never come back. At least for a little while. Mud caked his sharp daggers and fetlocks as he simply stood there. Eyes flashign with boredom and disinterest at the seemingly endless land. There was nothing for him to do, as of late. But just wait, until he finds more motivation and learns the land and faces. Anyone who's smart would regret the fact that Fragile Silence was so seemingly easy to find....

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The true essances of power was the ripple of the ground that was an earthquake, it brought a smirk upon my lovely mug just thinking about the destructive power that the earth had and I could control a small portion of it's power. My cute and fluffy appearance wasn't all that useful to make someone fear me but then again I used my looks to my advantage in battle or just plainly in life seeing as it wasn't probable to deny me anything I wanted, for males at least. I could usually stir up the sin lust in anyone male if I tried hard enough, some males took only the slightest sway of my hips and they were already wanting to find out more about me. And by more I mean have a one night stand then learn more later which didn't please me one bit, most stallions thinking anything close to that would soon find out what it's like without his second brain to think things over with. My blood stained pelt shimmered in the sun with that lovely gleam that hinted towards my abilities, the gleam danced like the hungry flames of a wild fire and oh how I loved thinking of fire. It gives me shivers just to remember the power flowing through me, it wasn't only the feeling of the fire lick my veins but also the freedom my large black wings brought me. My thoughts were off in their own little world as I walked gracefully with a hint of power dripping off every movement of my long beautiful legs, I didn't have to be moving at fast speeds or long strides for anyone to notice the power that rippled through my bi colored coat. My ears twitched at the slighest sound as I walked passed a few dull colored stallions that thought they were hot stuff, I rolled my emerald eyes a I noted one of them was following me. I let my wings unfurl and drift over the terrain, my form moved farther on allowing the dumb brute to follow me. My eyes held that dark beauty that was plainly showing how annoyed I was about the stallion following me, my gaze flickered around boredly before someone caught my unused attention. I looked him over earlier and now I looked at him with a small interest, my ears flickered backwards as I stopped and looked over my shoulder at the stallion that was still following me. My eyes shifted to a cold unfun loving look before I stared him down, I smiled cruelly before turning my head away and flicking my tail sending a rapid wave of flames that engulfed the stallion and sent him running like no tomorrow. A coy smile played over my lips as I looked at you now that the pest was gone I stalked forward a few steps in a cat-like fashion before I came to rest infront of you, I shifted my weight gracefully before I cooly spoke to you " Name's Genesis, What's yours?" My eyes flickered playfully with the fire that I had just unleashed upon that poor fool who took my bait, in a sense this one interested me and oh did I want to find out about him. His looks wasn't what I was after no it was the power that flowed off him like it did me.1

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((it's going to be a bit short... sorry, kinda tired.))

Life was a sad thing, at times. And it was Richard that wanted to watch it burn. Watch it go up in flames. He longed to hear the panicked screams and shrieks of fleeing dogs and horses. He lusted to hear the sobbing and the moaning of those who lost thier loved ones and/or lost their lives. Sure, he had a sick sense of humor, but that was why he loved himself. Sure, that might sound conceited, but if anyone had half the ambition and bloodlust Richardo did, that would be something of a rarity. he was the kind of brute that balked at what others told him he couldn't do. And when faced with that challenge, intended or not, he saw to it he proved them wrong. Call it a pet peeve of his, but to be told by another what his limits were just wasn't an option for Richard. Tell him he can't survive a leap off a cliff, you shouldn't be surprised if he goes through with that challenge. And even more surprising would be him sauntering right on up to with with that smug smirk written upon his mug. Pleased and satisfied, would be the best way to describe that grin that would be so pridefully displayed.

His gaze shifted to the smell of fire, and his black eyes with yellow wrapped around the pupils turned just in time to watch a feiry colored vixen flinging a flamethrower of hot flame at some idiotic male that must have been bothering her. His eyes danced with hot lust and interest, though the lust was in fact outburned by his interest and natural curiosity and admiration for such power. She made her way toward him, and he lets a twisted grin form upon his visage as he watches those swaying hips, but manages to keep a firm hold on himself. She speaks, and he chuckled darkly. His visible ribs moving beneath his matted red roan hide.

" Richard."

A pause as he looks past her to see if the male had decided to come back for a second try, That would be of the utmost entertainment to see him fried... But he kept that little comment to himself.

" Nice little display back there. Your mother gift you with looks and power, huh?"

Sure, call him a bit of a freak, but he didn't mind. There wasn't much that stopped him from saying what he wanted... other than himself ,of course.

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