What would it take for things to be quiet?
Quiet like the snow.
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Quiet like the snow.
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i'll tell you about my demons, while you tell me about yours.
maybe they'll get along well enough to fall in love and
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username
flurr
tolter name
pools of blood - azazel
meaning
satanic, goat-like demon
gender
stallion
halter colour
black with silver clasps
and a thin white trim
with blood stains on it
and possibly blood
dripping from it even?
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i stopped fighting my inner demons when i realized we were
ＯＮ ＴＨＥＳＡＭＥ ＳＩＤＥ
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personality
obstinate • antagonistic • ruthless • combative
azazel is so stubborn, it's simply impossible to describe. he won't do anything he doesn't feel like doing at that particular time. scream at, shout at, threaten or beat him, and he still won't budge. he's hostile towards everyone and everything, and changes his views just so they're opposite of yours. he does his bets to pester, taunt, and tease you until you simple drop and give up at everything. he's utterly relentless, and the phrase "i'm done," means nothing to him. he continues to fight you, throw insults, and refuses to surrender, or show even a glimpse of mercy. he decides when you've had enough, nobody else. he is militant to the very end, kicking, biting, and rearing whenever you get near him. he's aggressive and likes to show it, by fighting - even weak foals. you might be saying at this point, "he seems utterly vile. wicked. corrupt. dishonorable. vicious. malicious. villainous. sinful. immoral. evil!"
well you are exactly correct.
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why should i bother trying to drown my demons, because they all
ＫＮＯＷ ＨＯＷ ＴＯ ＳＷＩＭ
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the three foals
azazel had three foals before people began to notice... even if the foals were allowed no contact with their wretched father, they too... were corrupted.
the eldest was a bloodthirsty, aggressive colt by the name of sethos, who took up any chance to display his strength and brute.
the middle child was a dark and manipulative filly called ravana, who took great joy in taunting and horrifying others.
and the youngest was a colt, faster that lightning, quieter than snow, who was calm until he struck. he had the title of addanc.
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the scariest monsters are the ones that
ＬＵＲＫ ＷＩＴＨＩＮ ＵＳ
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a tale of his past
whisps of thin fog drifting between my thundering hooves, wind blasts my eyes painfully. i look down at my front legs, galloping underneath me. my silky black coat, solid and soft like velvet looks as if it was stained with blood. blood bay patches curl up my legs, revealing brindle. i can see the tip of my nose, and it's a dark shade of red, like i had just sunk it into some animal's carcass. no, no, no, no, no... i don't know what's happening, my coat is turning into a demonic, blood-spattered masterpiece, my eyes are loosing colour and depth, i feel as if everything is sped up, drops of sweat fall in between my eyes, and i realize how tired i am. as soon as the realization hits me, i'm crumpled up in a ball on the ground, my legs aching like they've been stampeded on by my entire herd. thoughts fill my mind, not my own, not my own... kill them all. nobody will ever suspect you. i force them into the background of my mind, but they sit back there lurking, like a bleeding splash of ink on a perfect silk dress, getting larger and larger by the second. shivering and sweating at the same time, i finally look up, and see that i'm in a barren forest, dark trees, dark gravelly ground, dark dead grass, dark, star-filled sky. i'll lead you home if you follow my instructions. the voice in my mind hisses. my coat is nearly fully turned now, my once solid black fur now blood bay brindled, with a sooty back. i feel my eyes loosing their warm amber hue. this time i let the demon inside of me talk. kill them all. i feel like saying it out loud: "who?" but i know the answer. never. would i ever do that. fine... the voice slithers inside my brain, as if settling in for a rest, taking control. you are my new... body, i shall put it. nobody will recognize you. you're vile calm, friendly nature will be gone, and you will be hopelessly aggressive, and as merciless as a viper. you will be my puppet, to bring just a little more evil into this world...
and then tobi turned into azazel, his past life forgotten, and his mind washed. a project, an experiment, gone perfectly right.
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And I know this isn't much
But I know I could, I could be better.
maybe they'll get along well enough to fall in love and
ＬＥＡＶＥ
ＵＳ
ＡＬＯＮＥ
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username
flurr
tolter name
pools of blood - azazel
meaning
satanic, goat-like demon
gender
stallion
halter colour
black with silver clasps
and a thin white trim
with blood stains on it
and possibly blood
dripping from it even?
═══════════════════════
i stopped fighting my inner demons when i realized we were
ＯＮ ＴＨＥＳＡＭＥ ＳＩＤＥ
═══════════════════════
personality
obstinate • antagonistic • ruthless • combative
azazel is so stubborn, it's simply impossible to describe. he won't do anything he doesn't feel like doing at that particular time. scream at, shout at, threaten or beat him, and he still won't budge. he's hostile towards everyone and everything, and changes his views just so they're opposite of yours. he does his bets to pester, taunt, and tease you until you simple drop and give up at everything. he's utterly relentless, and the phrase "i'm done," means nothing to him. he continues to fight you, throw insults, and refuses to surrender, or show even a glimpse of mercy. he decides when you've had enough, nobody else. he is militant to the very end, kicking, biting, and rearing whenever you get near him. he's aggressive and likes to show it, by fighting - even weak foals. you might be saying at this point, "he seems utterly vile. wicked. corrupt. dishonorable. vicious. malicious. villainous. sinful. immoral. evil!"
well you are exactly correct.
═══════════════════════
why should i bother trying to drown my demons, because they all
ＫＮＯＷ ＨＯＷ ＴＯ ＳＷＩＭ
═══════════════════════
the three foals
azazel had three foals before people began to notice... even if the foals were allowed no contact with their wretched father, they too... were corrupted.
the eldest was a bloodthirsty, aggressive colt by the name of sethos, who took up any chance to display his strength and brute.
the middle child was a dark and manipulative filly called ravana, who took great joy in taunting and horrifying others.
and the youngest was a colt, faster that lightning, quieter than snow, who was calm until he struck. he had the title of addanc.
═══════════════════════
the scariest monsters are the ones that
ＬＵＲＫ ＷＩＴＨＩＮ ＵＳ
═══════════════════════
a tale of his past
whisps of thin fog drifting between my thundering hooves, wind blasts my eyes painfully. i look down at my front legs, galloping underneath me. my silky black coat, solid and soft like velvet looks as if it was stained with blood. blood bay patches curl up my legs, revealing brindle. i can see the tip of my nose, and it's a dark shade of red, like i had just sunk it into some animal's carcass. no, no, no, no, no... i don't know what's happening, my coat is turning into a demonic, blood-spattered masterpiece, my eyes are loosing colour and depth, i feel as if everything is sped up, drops of sweat fall in between my eyes, and i realize how tired i am. as soon as the realization hits me, i'm crumpled up in a ball on the ground, my legs aching like they've been stampeded on by my entire herd. thoughts fill my mind, not my own, not my own... kill them all. nobody will ever suspect you. i force them into the background of my mind, but they sit back there lurking, like a bleeding splash of ink on a perfect silk dress, getting larger and larger by the second. shivering and sweating at the same time, i finally look up, and see that i'm in a barren forest, dark trees, dark gravelly ground, dark dead grass, dark, star-filled sky. i'll lead you home if you follow my instructions. the voice in my mind hisses. my coat is nearly fully turned now, my once solid black fur now blood bay brindled, with a sooty back. i feel my eyes loosing their warm amber hue. this time i let the demon inside of me talk. kill them all. i feel like saying it out loud: "who?" but i know the answer. never. would i ever do that. fine... the voice slithers inside my brain, as if settling in for a rest, taking control. you are my new... body, i shall put it. nobody will recognize you. you're vile calm, friendly nature will be gone, and you will be hopelessly aggressive, and as merciless as a viper. you will be my puppet, to bring just a little more evil into this world...
and then tobi turned into azazel, his past life forgotten, and his mind washed. a project, an experiment, gone perfectly right.
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And I know this isn't much
But I know I could, I could be better.
