What if the world fell into Vengeful Anarchy?
Twilight Vengeful AnarchyThis Is Not A TestUsername: fjord rider
Show Name: TwilightVengefulAnarchy
Barn Name: Anarchy
Gender: Mare
Halter Colour: BlackWithTheAnarchy
SymbolOn [To the left]
I don't care what you think as long as it's about meDestructive|Crazy|Dangerous|Daring
Anarchy is definitely lead mare in my herd. She is always putting the stallions in their place and no one dares to defy her. She causes chaos. Usually, she doesn't bother with humans but if she feels threatened she will kick or bite at the them to put them in their places. She is strong willed and very determined. She is the start and she is the end. Anarchy is truly the Devil's own. She has to be fed first, put in the field first and mucked out first. Or you will feel her wrath. She is the boss around this place. Anarchy is a show off. She loves to strut and make the others jealous of her position. She doesn't get on well with the other horses but they are too scared to clash with her because once her mighty shriek is heard… well you can imagine the horror. Once her battle cry pierces the air, she des nothing but red. Her bloodlust overtakes her and she will not stop until true defeat. Anarchy is a proud mare and a real eye catcher.
The Best of us find happiness in misery…
Laughing at the face of fear,
A deadly battle cry, terrible to hear.
Crimson glare burns into your soul,
Inside the beauty, a heart of coal.
Oh, take a chance. Anarchy's Coming
As I walked through the streets, two men wrestling a small crimson horse appeared from the alleyway. The horse reared angrily, scoring at the air. The men yelled and dragged her down and smacked her. I looked at the fiery mare, she looked at me. There was no emotion in those eyes, just little balls of fire, licking at the edge of her fury. She let out a furious shriek. The little firebomb ran through them, knocking them down effortlessly. She ran through the streets, until she was cornered by a dead end. I followed the men. I offered to get her back, I didn't want her to get hit by a car or something. We found her after following a trail of smoking and kicked in cars. She turned to face us, I felt intimidated by the little mare. She whinnied in pleasure as she noticed her trail of destruction. The smoke rose to the sky. Foolishly, we turned to look at it, the mare took her chance and barged past us. When it hit us what had happened, all we could see was the red flash of a tail around a building. Her hooves rang out on the tarmac. The furious beast knocked a few pedestrians.
"We need a sedative...." I said gravely. The men laughed harshly.
"A bullet will do" one of them said.
"You're going to put her to sleep?" I asked confused
"of course, she is crazy" replied the nastier looking one. I thought about it, I must be crazier than the mare.
"Ill take her then" The men looked at me in shock. Then one of them laughed.
"You enjoy that then" Then they walked off. So there was I, alone, in the city trying to hunt down a crazy horse that tried to kill anyone and fed on peoples fears. Great I thought.
A few hours later and I was about to give up when I heard a curious noise.
Clip, clop
I turned around. Then I realised, I was lost in some back alley in this city. No cars were to be heard. Just this noise.
Clip, clop
There it was again! I shrank back into the wall and then it stepped out of the shadows. The mare with eyes of fury flattened her ears and prepared herself to charge at me. I was cornered, She ran at me, in that split second I clipped the rope I was holding onto the head collar she was wearing. She dragged me through a few streets. In the end, I ran her into a wall, she was tired, I was tired. She lowered her head and her dirty coat was dull, her eyes lost their majestic fire as before. She had given up. I reached out to pat the mare. she flinched and pulled away but she was too weak to perform a stunt.
