// I D O N ' T just [turn] H E A D S

[Unbridled Freedom]

.CHAOS
I don't just turn heads
I B R E A K necks

I know you'll remember my name;; C h a o s
My hips sway, my eyelashes flutter;; F e m m e fatal
My blood is a mystery;; U n k n o w n
I'm just an innocent filly;; F o u r winters
Blending into the night;; E b o n y pelt
Just the right size;; 15.3hh
The windows to my dark soul;; V i o l e t optics
My locks and banner fall;; O n y x
They stain me;; N o t h i n g
The shadows are my friend;; D a r k class

So you want to know me?

I know you like what you see. Doesn't matter if you're a vixen or a brute. Every one's head will turn when I walk past. Brutes will drool and femmes will glare. Yeah; those other vixens are a jealous bunch but I know they secretly envy me. They hate it when I come up and take all the attention of the hellions. But that's how I like it: all eyes on me and I'm center stage. Because I like to show them what I've got and I know it's good.

You say I'm over confident? Who are you, my brother? You need confidence to live; if you are shy, a wall flower... You'll never get any attention. The spotlight will never shine on you if you hang back. If you come up all stuttering and quiet they will eat you alive. I, on the other hand, know how to please the hungry crowd. I keep the attention of the brutes with my looks and alluring voice and keep the vixens thinking and on their toes. Sure, it doesn't make the femmes feel too great, but it keeps them alive, doesn't it? It gives them something to do. You see, I'm just helping them.

Right… You know the only equine I’m helping is myself. Okay, so I’m a bit selfish. But isn’t every one? Whatever. I do care about my looks, if you haven’t figured that one out yet. Yeah, I am vain. I like to make sure my pelt is flawless and admire myself plenty. If you think I’m some stupid bimbo you’ve got it all wrong. I am a thoughtful being; I know how the social system works. I just have to appeal to every one. I plan things out; I think about what I’m doing and what I’ll get for it. Because in the end all I want is power. You heard correctly, studs can’t be the only ones who adore power. I love the satisfaction I get from it. I will do almost whatever I can to get it. Perhaps some brutes like that but I don’t care what they like. My personality is mine; that is something I will never alter. Call me whatever you please; bitch, whore but I know you’ll be coming back for more.

That was then, this is now.

I was born in a full dark herd and how I adored it. I would bask in every minute of that time spent in that nearly perfect world. I was shy back then, when I was a mere filly. I knew I wasn’t the darkest of them all but back then I really didn’t care, all I cared about was being a dark and fitting in with the rest. What a foolish filly I was back then. I was one of the many foals to be sired by the dark king of those distant lands, fifth to be exact. I was such a modest filly back then and now when I look back on it I know that I was much more special than the rest of my sire’s foals. Of course all the hellions wanted colts but my sire had already had four colts and now he had wanted a filly. I suppose I was the little miracle because my sire had gotten what he had wanted; a filly. I was daddy’s little girl and he did show much affection for me. I feel bad for Trouble now, since he had hardly ever gotten any attention when he was a foal. He was my twin and all, and lucky to have survived. Speaking of brothers there was my eldest brother; Obsidian. He was cruel and all the foals were afraid of that big bachelor. Obsidian had been just kicked out of the herd but he still hung around, stalking our herd in the shadows. He’d always fool around with the younger femmes in our herd and my sire would always chase him off; one of them ending up with blood on their coats.

Obsidian had expressed and interest in me. Maybe because I got a lot of attention from my dam and sire or maybe because I was the only filly born so far; but Obsidian was constantly trying to get me alone. No, he was twisted liked that in that perverted way, no, he simply wanted to see how tough I was. My dam would protect me though and keep Obsidian away, both of us knew that someday she wouldn’t be able to protect me any more though. The day came too soon when Obsidian got me alone. I had been one year of age; he had come over and told me to follow him. I told him no, I wasn’t stupid. He knew he wasn’t going to get me to come so he began to tell me a little story. He told me that if I didn’t come with him that I would never be a true dark, that the herd would abandon me and that some light stag would take pity on me and then we would fall in love and I would bare all of his wonderful little light foals. It had been panic that had taken over then, now I’ve learned not to freak out and remain calm and cool, I had told him to shut up and he simply grinned at me, even though he did keep his mouth shut. He asked me again to follow him and this time I did. All those horrible thoughts had made my head spin and I just wanted to make it stop and I know that I’d rather take the torture of those nauseating thoughts than what torture he had conjured up for me.

My eldest brother led me into the bordering forest and as we got deeper the trees began to die. Once we reached the middle all the trees were dead as was the grass that was under my daggers. Dark, black clouds loomed over head, making it humid but chilled at the same time. The strange heat made me sweat but send chills through my whole body at the same time. My brother kept walking and an eerie fog rolled in. My brother did not stop and I tried to find him but I couldn’t, so I stood there, lost in the dead forest with the thick white fog surrounding me. I knew something horrible was going to happen, I could just feel it and at that moment I wished that I hadn’t followed Obsidian, I knew I shouldn’t have and I wished that my dam or sire would come to my rescue.

As if on cue, five hellions approached me. They were all young and strong. They also had many scars decorating their pelts. Then they began to nip at me, and they taunted me and teased me. I fought back at first, but it was pointless; there was five of them and only one of me. They tossed me around and hurt me. I knew I was crying at some point, I could feel my tear soaked cheek and my soar eyes. This had gone of for hours and I thought it would never end but it did and as soon as the hellions were finished they left. I crumpled to the ground and lay there in a sobbing heap. I did not cry any more, but I could feel the sharp intakes of breath that were going through my nares and mouth. My pelt had small cuts all over it. There was only one place that bled more and was just worse than all the cuts. It was on my left hind leg. There was a huge gash on it that bled furiously. I nursed all of my injuries while I awaited my brother to return, although I doubted he was going to come back.

I thought I was going to die out there in the woods. Alone and not a tear left in me to weep. I remember I promised myself if I ever got out of that that I was going to be the darkest vixen alive and that I would spare no one unless it was for a selfish reason. Of course I am slightly different but don’t try to provoke me because you will get hurt. My brother did come back and he seemed some what satisfied but at the same time he looked unhappy. I thought he would have enjoyed my pain, apparently not. He told me a lot about the darks and how things worked, he told me to get up off the ground when he noticed that I wasn’t moving. If it had been his plan to make me tougher and darker it had worked because I am not going to be pushed around by any one. I may not be some tough warrior but I know my way around this world and I know how to get what I want.

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