. : The Wild Horses of Pangaea : . |OPEN!|SEMI-LIT|

[Arctic⚡️Storm]

(I would run this rp sn! I would gladly do my duties, and you're LLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAVVVVVVIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG C.S??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

[*SN RADIOACTIVITY*]

{Sure, you are now the owner!
And yeah, sorry I have to~ D: I really don't want to though~ :'C}

[Arctic⚡️Storm]

(Aww, thankyou Radio! And I will always let you have this rp back if you ever do come back, and I will miss you dearly!)

[Peppah<3]

((D: I only just noticed this, I can't believe I didn't join sooner' o.o SN would not have wanted this RP to die out' <///3 I guess this is my attempt to revive it, I'm still mad at myself for not getting here sooner' >.< ))

Light Form.

What is your name?
Beats of a Wing.
How old are you?
Seven years young.
What gender are you?
Stallion.
What is your breed?
Clydesdale.
Height?
18hh - Yes, ridiculously tall.
What do you look like?

Persona?
Beats of a Wing - or just Wing, is a typical example of what the humans that once lived described his breed as - a gentle giant. Wing is a matriarch, he is the type that one would come to for advice. He has a kind and sympathetic approach to horses, and despite his big size, he is very gentle. Wing does not have a mean bone in his body, though don't think that he doesn't know how to defend himself. Being raised with several unruly colts, Wing quickly learned the art of keeping another horse at bay, which would make him a good leader. Wing is ideally a listener, not so much a speaker. What he has in physical strength and size he does not have in socialising. Trying to have a conversation with Wing is pretty difficult, and needs a lot of persistence from the other horse, though Wing is more than happy to just listen the other's problems.
What is your history?
Wing was born with his parents, and his parents friends, in a small herd. There were several young horses within the herd, mostly colts, which immediately forced Wing to grow up quickly as colts would leap at the chance to spar with a weaker horse. Wing also had an older brother, who seemed to be the most aggressive of all. He constantly picked on the others, and was basically the bully of the group. At two, when all the colts were forced to leave the herd, his brother immediately crossed to the dark side, though Wing never understood why. Wind went on and ventured the immense land, and gained knowledge over in which the way the land was set and life in general. Wing's strong, kind presence attracted many horses to him, and he helped a lot of troubled horses. However, Wing is yet to start a family of his own, he believes patience is the key of success.
Got any crushes?
No.
Have you got a mate?
No.
Any foals?
Do you have anything else to say?
Yeah! ... Uh, actually I don't.

Dark Form.

What is your name?
Diabolo.
How old are you?
Eight years young.
What gender are you?
Stallion.
What is your breed?
Clydesdale.
Height?
17.2hh - still very tall.
What do you look like?

Persona?
Well, if his brother Wing is the gentle giant, Diabolo is the exact opposite. He is filled with hate and spite, he has so much hate built into him it's almost choking. His hatred for the light side is more than just a simple rivalry over land - he wants revenge for all the miserable years he lived with his siblings. He has a huge stocky build, which would make a weaker horse shrink back in fear when he's in rage, however the dark side has not got many of that kind, so his height does not hold any specific advantages when it comes to a fight. If anything, Diabolo considers himself cursed. Cursed to be such a heavyweight horse who requires a lot of food to keep him in shape. Also, being as big as he is, it means he isn't as athletic or as quick as any of the other horses. However, Diabolo is not afraid to throw his weight around, and likes to intimidate the smaller horses, even if they are not afraid of him. One day, Diabolo wants to lead the dark horses into war with the light horses. For the others it will be for land and food, but for him it will be revenge.
What is your history?
Diabolo was born in a happy environment. He had cousins and fellow colts to play with, and he was loved by his parents. He was born into the light side, and lived a happy first year with the herd. However, it wasn't long before that changed. His mother gave birth to another colt, and then suddenly Diabolo was forgotten, and that colt became the centre of his parents lives. Whenever Diabolo tried to play with the colt, he was chased off harshly. His father even beat him once because he was playfully pulling at his younger brother's ear. Hate slowly made it's way into Diabolo's mind, and soon he began taking out his anger on the other horses, making them shy away from him, not wanting to play with him. The hate enraged Diabolo, as all the other horses completely ingored him. When his father kicked him out of the band, Diabolo misunderstood the motives behind that. He had not learnt that all colts were to be kicked out at the age of two, and thought it was because his parents no longer liked him now that he was replaced by a larger, more intelligent foal. Diabolo wanted nothing to do with the light side no more, and crossed to the dark side, where he was welcomed be horses who also shared a deep hate for life and the light side. Diabolo wanders alone, occasionally fighting with the odd horse, but he plots his revenge against his years of loneliness, and will do what it takes to make his brother and his family pay for what they've done to him.
Got any crushes?
A horse with such hate inside him doesn't seem to have the capability to love another horse.
Have you got a mate?
No, and he doubts he ever will.
Any foals?
No.
Do you have anything else to say?
Nu.

Okay, it's official; I suck at forms.

[Arctic⚡️Storm]

{WOW! Been some times since ANYBODY has posted here! But yes, you can rp!
I have Shadow of he Lands, who is JUST like Diabolo And your forms are great!}

[Peppah<3]

((Great, thanks! (: ))

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The fierce black stallion stood over a young, trembling colt, who he had stumbled upon snacking on some dry twigs and leaves. The colt had fruitlessly tried to defend his snack, which had only resulted in Diabolo's rise in anger. The colt was pitiful, he had muddy brown fur with his ribs poking out, giving him an almost skeletal appearance. The colt looked like he only had days to live, but, with the way he'd been acting a few moments ago, that time could drastically reduced. Diabolo's cold eyes glared mercilessly at the shivering colt, who had fallen with only one glancing blow to the side; he was in no condition to be fighting and he knew it.
"Please..." The colt begged as Diabolo stepped forward, his large hooves landing closer to the young colt. Diabolo contemplated whether or not he should simply end the colt's suffering here and now. It was obvious that either way Diabolo was getting the snack.

The colt noticed Diabolo's slight hesitation, and desperately tried to wriggle up, his coat lathered in sweat from the stress of the situation. That did not go unnoticed, and Diabolo stamped his hoof down angrily, ears pinning on his large, black head.
"You are a fool. You don't deserve to be on the dark side." Diabolo growled at the colt. The colt looked like he wanted to retort for a moment, before realising that it probably be such a good idea. The colt looked about two years old, and must be some sort of warmblood-type horse. The worst type. Diabolo tossed his head, his short mane whipping at the side of his neck,
"I would end your suffering right here right now, but, I think a worse fate waits for you if I let you live." Diabolo sneered. Relief crossed the colt's face as he realised that he was off the hook. He scrambled to his weak feet as Diabolo stepped back. He found it amusing at how relieved the colt seemed to be about getting away. Surely he wasn't stupid enough to believe that he will survive more than a few days?

Before Diabolo was given the chance to change his mind, the colt turned and scrambled off, moving quickly, stealthily; something Diabolo would never achieve. With an annoyed grunt, Diabolo turned to face his snack, immediately snatching at the twigs and leaves, having to work hard to break down the hardened twigs. Diabolo wasn't in a great condition himself, his ribs were visible through his black coat, and his hips were beginning to point out. However, he looked in much better shape than most of the dark horses. Food was running out, and if they didn't make a move to dominate the other side then the dark horses may cease to exist. However, while Diabolo have heard of many speaking of attacking the light side, none of them had actually grouped up and attempted to do so. The light horses, while weakened by their love and caring, they were physically fitter, and had a lot more energy from the food they've been eating. They may not be as skilled fighters, but that didn't mean anything when they had a nice layer of fat to protect their bones and the dark horses did not.

The small snack that Diabolo had managed to thieved was all too soon consumed, and before he knew it, Diabolo was already on the move again, looking for more dark horses to possibly steal from. While so far most of the dark horses Diabolo had encountered were nothing less than skeletons, he knew better than to think that was what all the population of dark horses were like. If Diabolo could find a way to survive the roughened terrain, then he was sure there'd be lots of other intelligent dark horses doing the exact same thing. Diabolo had come across such horses a few times, and had even fought with some. They were as formidable as Diabolo when it came to fighting, and both he and they knew it, so they stayed out of each others way in order to prevent unnecessary injury. Diabolo wanted to track down these horses, and possibly form and alliance with them, since if anyone had a chance of taking over the light side, it would be them.

With his large head raised, his hooves crashing on the ground, Diabolo let out a shrill, spine-chilling neigh. It wasn't the typical come find me neigh, it was a neigh designed to warn off other horses. Designed to draw the curious in, since horses around here only warned off when they had something of value. The smart horses knew that, and it was the smart horses that Diabolo was trying to draw in.

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"Thank you Wing, I would not have known what to do without your help." A grateful stallion opposite Wing said. Behind him were several mares nuzzling their shaken-up foals. They were standing near the forest, the forest that lead to the meadow, the meadow that nobody have ever come out alive in. Fortunately, Wing happened to be wandering in that very forest when he heard the foals excitedly daring each other to go into the meadow. They were standing on the edge, their mothers nowhere in sight, and before one of them could take a step out into it, Wing had rushed in and intercepted them. His sudden appearance alarmed the foals considerable, which was no surprise since they didn't even reach up to his chest. Because of the fear factor, they did not resist when Wing gently herded them out of the forest, and toward their worried mothers. The band stallion was scouting the area, searching desperately for his offspring, he was very relieved when he found Wing returning the foals to their mothers.
"It is my pleasure," Wing said with a bow of his head, "I think you need to keep a closer eye on them lot in the future though. They seem to be quite... Daring." Wing snorted to the foals, who were gazing at him from behind their mothers with wide, terrified eyes.

If Wing had been any other stallion, then the band stallion would have been very annoyed with that remark. However, Wing had a reputation of being helpful among the light horses, and the stallion respected his opinion. Plus, if it weren't for Wing then he'd have lost all his foals, which would have been devastating.
"Yes, thank you again." The band stallion said, his voice hinting at Wing to move on. No matter how respected Wing may be among the horses of the light side, the stallions were always uneasy of another stallion near their family. While this place was peaceful and generally violence-free, it was still possible for a stallion to take another's family. Wing cast the small group once last, fleeting glance, before turning and trotting away, his stumped tail bobbing up and down as he did so.

Wing loved his life. He was surrounded by beautiful scenery and caring horses, what more can a horse ask for? Yet... Something bothered Wing. There was an opposite of the light side just past the ruins. A place where violence and famine ruled above all. He did not know a great deal amount about the dark side, as not many horses were willing to give him the details, but Wing knew that the horses were suffering over there and are ruled by hate and pride. They are too proud to realise that there was a better way to live, and leave their pasts behind them and move on to the light side. There had been some cases where a few of the dark horses had done just that, and they never looked back. Wing knew that war was inevitable, and he wished there was some way he could show them that they had the wrong outlook on life. Wing had been told that dark horses were extremely aggressive, and had even been known to kill one another. If war did not break out between the light and dark sides, then he was certain a civil war of competition would rise within the dark horses as the fought over the limited amount of resources they had.

The big bay stallion wanted to get to the dark horses, he really did, but he knew that simply walking in and convincing them that they were taking it the wrong way would not go down too well. As big as Wing was, it only took a few extra horses to be able to take him down. He could defend himself, but outnumbered it'd be futile. Going in there and trying to talk to them would be suicide, and stupid. Wing huffed out as he walked, the soft grass tickling his heavily feathered fetlocks. He had been thinking about this a lot recently, though he was no nearer to getting a conclusion than he was when he first researched the dark side. It was a frustrating circle of thoughts, and Wing knew that it was pointless trying to think of something. He didn't know enough about that side, and about the horses in there, and Wing hated doing something without knowing what he was up against.

[Arctic⚡️Storm]

.: Shadow of the Lands :.

Stealthy and regally, the young black mare, clearly, as big as a stallion, lifted her large, muscular-packed Fresian neck and head, scanning the dark side for any suspicious behaviour, she didn't care whether there were murderous bears, or ravenous dogs about to hunt her, as she always knew the predators would never dare to fight a continuously growing 19.2 hand Fresian mare {yes, I changed her size } and the pure muscle and power that rippled under her somewhat gleaming coat that gratefully took in the poisoned sunlight, weakly beeting down on her, only just escaping bast the barriers of the over-cast sky.Yes, she was a little bit on the skinny side, but any smart mare, or even a stallion, would back off, and back away at the intimidating sight of Shadow, who quite loathing, and brewing full of hatred and jealousy, chased them away.
One day... she promised wisely to herself; I will rip apart ANY Light horse that dares even rest a FOOT on this land. and the magnificent thing about it, was that she had actually killed a Light-side bachelor stallion, and fed off of his insides because she was that starved and ravenous.

Shadow shied away at the sudden piercing scream of another Dark-side stallion, or, what she thought was a stallion, and seething greatly, pricked her ears up, showing that she was sharp with alarm, and quick with reflexes, before roaring back a chilling reply to the sly being, guessing that if she started getting her social skills back into use, she might be able to work together with a large gang, and lead them with a mighty stallion, and kill the complete population out, so they could infest on the land like a critical disease, never going away...

Obviously, as death was constantly gnashing away at helpless foals and weaker horses, this was quite the impossible, as everybody concentrated on their own selves, rather than the other's around them. Maybe if we were to all work together, we might actually get somewhere, and KILL the Light horses, rather than trying to muster things from their herd, and marvelling over their richness! She snarled to herself, before heavily plodding away from a dead tree, still standing, that had sprouted through the worn asphalt, and cracked it the whole way through the middle, before a large chunk of road had split off, and crashed below.

Not many new that this used to be an old highway, where thousands of years before, human's had once travelled across it to get to their destonation. It was an old fly-over, often used as a sort of 'bridge' to get across to the other roads branching away and crawling out into the unknown. The mare still smelt the vile smell of petrol and decaying waste, stabbing at her nose as she walked on solemnly and oblivious to the dying cries of pigeons and other birds flying limply overhead. She quite frankly didn't care anymore. She'd given up on hopes and dreams, and just melted away forever, accepting that life on the Dark side would never change... Ever.

"Why would anybody want to live in peril? WHY!?" She lashed out at an old telegraph pole, using her strong back-legs to beat it until it fell, and with a humble snort, the telegraph pole quivered with the harsh impact, somewhat anticipating Shadow's reaction to fall, and then just toppled over with a loud crash, which rang out deafeningly.

Shadow was getting slightly impatient now, as no matter how fast she travelled, the city never seemed to change. It was like the sky-scrapers actually MOVED with her, rather than loom over head like an over-hanging nightmare. Snarling at a wolf that thought it smart to confront her, Shadow reared up on her hind legs, bearing her sharp-ish teeth, and narrowing her glowing red eyes, before leaping into the air, and smashing down increasingly hard on it's back, crushing it into the ground. As she beat it to a pulp, the road, which was so brittle over the years of pollution and weathering, had created a large crater, blood covering the ground, and her hooves. She just carried on, not caring about the littered body, or even caring to look back.

She was going to search for Diabolo... To see if they could work together...

Shadow missed Cadet, but he left without saying goodbye, and her foal died... Sweet Ebony... But it was never meant to be... Dark horses didn't deserve happiness, nor will they ever...

[Peppah<3]

((I'm keeping Wing on hold for now, and I will be gone for a few days, as I am going to my grandparents for a week, where there's no signal at all there' D:))

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Diabolo stood there, poised, as he listened to his surroundings intently, ready to catch the slightest rustle of the charred ground that would give away the presence of another being. While it was impossible for a large horse, such as Diabolo, to sneak around unnoticed, some of the smaller warmblooded horses found the task simple, and there had been many cases where the unsuspecting horses had gotten attacked by the bloodthirsty dark horses, who wanted to prove their power by killing everything that stood in their way. Diabolo could consider himself as that type, though, unlike some of the bloodthirsty horses around the dark area, he knew how to pick his fights. Being injured in the dark side pretty much guarantees your fate, unless you manage to convince the guards of the light side that you are worthy to graze on their lands. That isn't common though, since pride got in the way of many horses, and would never be able to live down the fact that they had to use their enemies resources to survive. Most would rather be wolf and raven food, which was no surprise.

It was then, when the big bay stallion was deep in his swirling thoughts, when he heard an opposing neigh from another dark horse pierce through the air. Diabolo's head shot up, instantly on the alert, having not expected any reply. He expected a swarm of skeleton-like warmbloods to sneak up on him, to see what he was trying to protect from the other dark horses. It was then, at that precise moment, that Diabolo suddenly saw the problem with the up-front neighing plan of his. If the nearby intelligent forces of the dark horses had heard his invasive neigh, then they would have known it was a trap. A trap to lure in the dark horses, a neigh that to some, promised food and maybe a sprinkle of clean water. The smart may have thought he was simply one of the bloodthirsty, looking to challenge himself with the task of killing the horses that approached him. The question was - was he really luring in the strong, smart horses or was he tempting the weak, stupid horses to come in and challenge him? Diabolo suddenly wished he had thought through this a lot more thoroughly, as not long after the answering neigh, he heard the unmistakable sounds of several pairs of hooves creeping almost silently his way.
"Dammit." Diabolo growled, cursing himself as he swung around to face three skeletal thoroughbred walking towards him, their eyes hollow and filled with hatred and greed. No matter how long Diabolo had lived in the dark side, no matter how many of these horses he had seen, they still creeped him out a little.

In the dark side, a certain streak of warmbloods and hotbloods grouped up together, not in the usual herds that horses form naturally with the mares and stallions, but more of a bachelor-like group. Their plan was not to invade the light side, as Diabolo had hoped when he first heard of them, but they were to weaken the solitary and steal what they could from them. Their groupings did not have any particular name, though sometimes they were known as the scavengers, as that word described their actions perfectly. Even though the scavengers had never mentioned any particular reasoning behind grouping with warmblood and hotbloods, Diabolo assumed that because the land was infested with a load of coldbloods, like Diabolo, alone the warm and hotbloods stood no chance against them. The simple rules of physics saw to that.

The leader of the skeletal group stepped in front of the other two, his coat dark bay, with black points on his legs and face. His mane was completely rubbed off and his tail was bare. Diabolo's eyes quickly judged his chances of not getting hurt fighting them, and even though the thoroughbreds were quite tall and fast, they were weak. They were vulnerable. They knew that they wouldn't stand a chance against a stallion as big as Diabolo. His sharp instincts picked up that something wasn't quite right about the situation, why would three weak thoroughbreds who obviously stood no chance against Diabolo, come to his warning neigh to challenge him?

That question was soon answered.

Just as Diabolo was going to step forward and attack the apparent idiots who tried to challenge him, he heard multiple silent hoofbeats coming from all around him, and Diabolo felt a shiver run up his spine as he turned and saw that he was surrounded. Even though Diabolo considered himself to be among the intelligent horses, even he sometimes made an error. This error turned out to be quite fatal, and, he dare say, a stupid one. The scavengers were not known for their negotiating. They were as bloodthirsty as any other horse out there in the dark side, and their rule was kill first, ask questions later. They may hate the light side as much as Diabolo did, but they were not prepared to directly attack them, because deep inside that powerful exterior they presented themselves as, they were cowards. They were too cowardly to stand up against the light side and risk their lives. Trying to get them to team up with him would be impossible, and Diabolo knew it.

The bay horse from the original three thoroughbreds snorted loudly, his eyes staring unseeingly at Diabolo, his bones sticking out from under his greasy fur pitifully. He was the tallest of the group, and stood at roughly 16hh.
"What are you hiding?" He asked, his voice as hollow as his looks. It had no emotion in it, no compassion in it, not anything in it that suggested he had feelings. Diabolo raised his head, his dark eyes defiant, knowing that right now the scavengers held the upper card and he had no escape.
"I am hiding food. Lots of food." Diabolo said back to him, his voice calm, puffing himself out to make himself look bigger. The thoroughbreds glanced at each other, murmuring hungrily as they searched for the food Diabolo was hiding. However, the bay thoroughbred was a lot more suspicious than them, and he blew out, still staring unnervingly at Diabolo.
"Show us."
"I will... In time. I have the potential to give you the best, most nutritious food in the whole of Pangaea. I can get you water that will restore you to your previous glory in one sip. I can give you rolling paddocks in which you can stretch your legs and-"
"We are not declaring war against the light side." The thoroughbred cut across Diabolo calmly, his eyes showing the faintest hint of irritation.
"Why? Are you scared?" Diabolo sneered, knowing it was wrong to tease them, since he was largely outnumbered, but not being able to help himself. His fur rustled slightly, annoyed at their cowardice, knowing that if he could group such a large amount of bloodthirsty horses, mixed in with the strong smart types, the could stand a fighting chance against the lights. The thoroughbred growled with anger, no horse liked to be called a coward, especially the scavengers.
"You are going to regret every word of that." He snarled, his features suddenly darkening with anger. The thoroughbreds around Diabolo closed in, pawing the ground fiercely, giving off whinnies of anticipation. Diabolo felt no fear, he just looked into the eye of the lead thoroughbred stallion,
"It is your loss, for giving away paradise to this dump." Diabolo spat as the horses got closer still.

Diabolo's mind reeled. He couldn't outrun these, thoroughbreds were known for their lightning quick speeds, even if they were skeletal. Diabolo adopted a fighting stance. He was not going down without a fight, no matter how the odds of him making it out unharmed were stacked against him. Diabolo backed up into the horses behind him, launching a flurry of powerful kicks, a few hitting their targets, shattering the weak bones of the unlucky scavengers. They then attacked from all sides, biting into his flesh, their hooves kicking at him. Diabolo was shocked at how futile their attempts to knock him down were. Their jaws barely left marks on his fur, and their hooves were soft and weak. Suddenly, Diabolo felt in control again, as the odds tipped in his favour. This particular group seemed to be standing on their last legs. They must be exhausted from fighting other horses like him, and that showed through their attempts to weaken Diabolo.

Diabolo spun around, kicking out like a bull, his hooves almost always hitting their targets. It wasn't long before the scavengers numbers were halves. Some of them limping away on broken limbs, some dead. The smarter ones began to back away, knowing that it was pointless. They were fighting with no motivation. Diabolo had no food to offer them, they were simply running down their limited energy.
"Yes, that's it." Diabolo hissed as more and more began to retreat. He had a few bruises on his sides from the repeated kickings, but they were nothing, not even worth thinking about. The lead stallion paused, still intact, his dark hollow eyes staring into Diabolo's bright ones.
"Don't waste your time trying to get something out of your reach." He said quietly, before regrouping with the remaining uninjured scavengers, cantering away at a quick, silent pace, not even looking back at the injured as they scrambled away, destined to become wolf food. Diabolo stood still for a moment, catching his breath, before moving on. He did not want another encounter like that. That was far too close for comfort.

[Arctic⚡️Storm]

{Okay! And nice post by the way! I will have to think of something interesting to reply with }

.: Shadow of the Lands :.

'It's not what this world does to you, it's what you do to the world.'
Shadow breathed out depressingly, remembering those comforting words which Cadet once said to her of a time long long ago, his soft voice still sounded perfectly real, and close, and she swore that she could feel his warm presence press against her own large black body. It was that long ago, that Shadow actually forgot how many years it was... Just acting like that of a black hole, which is why she encountered so many troubles and difficulties. She puts the useful information and advice horses give her, to the back of her mind. Sometimes her family members thought it was because she was loosing herself in her own mind, like a sort of defence, or a fall-back, to get away from the real world, only, when you are a Dark horse, you can't even imagine, as your mind is already scarred for life.
"I-I... Can't do this anymore... I... Just can't... Shadow, like many hundreds of other horses that lived here, was on the brink of giving up her life, throwing away valuable treasures and happy memories to the wolves or bears, like rubbish in a dust-bin... She didn't even care, -or remember-, when Cadet confronted her as an opposing enemy, luring her in over to the Light side. What does it matter anyway?
"Cadet... What do I do? What do WE do? What does Pangaea do?"
She hung her head low in shame as she trudged on by with sorrowful feelings, and regret hanging heavy in her heart. And, going back to the point of Cadet, she actually thought that he serenaded her with a beautiful song. This sad sad thought caused Shadow to gasp. She needed to get a grip on herself. No more of this nonsense. She growled aggressively to herself. I need to be strong, and tough, for the Dark side. I can't reminisce in the past... I can't keep falling back on false memories to comfort myself either. Cadet and Ebony are NEVER coming back, and I can't change that.

Shadow took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and collectively continued searching for Diabolo, her long, solid and muscled legs lifting her heavy hooves across the road at a pace quick enough to pass time. A burning sensation of determination urged her on again, to forget about the past, and move on forwards, going strong and full of will.

As she started to gradually sink back into the swing of things, she actually didn't remember too check her surroundings from time to time, and found herself walking straight into a small gang of lanky, skanky-looking thoroughbreds, registering that, by the outcome of their appearance, were stallions.
"What do you wan't?"
Shadow snapped at the leader, who eyes her up and down with a mild interest.
"You, my sweet lovely, can come with me. That is what I want."
He scoffed, jokingly, with a strong sense of amusement running throughout his steely eyes.
"I'm not one to hang about with retards like you."
Shadow lunged straight at him, and held him down by the throat, while his 'gang mates' fled like scaredy-cats. He too, for a leader, even looked surprised at the sudden attack, and tensed up, suddenly retreating by letting a flurry of words convince the stubborn mare to let go.
"Okay! Okay! Let go you crazy horse! I-I promise you will never be bothered again! Just S-L-O-W-L-Y let me go, and we can forget this EVER happened!"
Shadow snarled again, and painfully lifted him by the throat, throwing him forwards, and kicking him straight in the back-side, before shouting an unpleasant amount of mocking insults at him as he limped away.
"What a complete maniac. He's the one who's crazy, not me. RETARD! JUST F*** RIGHT OFF AND DIE IN COMPANY OF WOLVES!"
She gave a snort of laughter, and carried on, spotting a large looking stallion in the distance... {Diabolo}

[Soriams]

((Oh my gosh! Pangaea lives! I still have Reggie and Whisper... Humm... I'll have to think of a new post for them...))