Post by san on Jan 18, 2009 1:15:40 GMT -5
W-A-R-N-I-N-G
call. IF YOU DARE}
Elektra~
year. YEARS}
4
smells. ARE TRAITOROUS}
female
normal? NOT I}
deity
me. INDEED}
Many have told me things about myself. Most often I didn't want to hear it, and truthfully I still don't. Anyone who thinks they can tell me how to live my life, or how I should act is no friend of mine. Friends, such an unneeded comfort. After all not many have ever gotten past my wiry exterior to actually be shackled with the burden of being my friend. Well, back to me. How do I think of myself? There isn't much to say really. The most important thing you need to know is that you can't win me over. So just don't try.
likes? NOT YOU}
- Being Alone.
- Nighttime.
- Lightning
hate? YOU MADE THE LIST}
- Other Horses.
- Winter.
- Talkative Horses.
me, fear? NEVER}
- Large crowds in small spaces.
hope? I KNOW NONE.}
- To find a friend.
dreams, I THINK I LOST THEM}
- Love, she wonders if it truly exists.
looks, AREN'T EVERYTHING}
I am beautiful, but that is just some horses opinion. I for one think my small fourteen hand high body is entirely too stocky for a lady, not that I am a lady. The strange black zebra marks on my belly and hind legs add to my exotic appeal. My luxurious mane flows freely down my strong short neck, with one dark forelock resting precariously over my eyes. My small head seems silly perched on top of my bulky neck. My hooves have the slightest tinge of purple, a color which hovers in the color scheme of my pelt. No, I could never think of myself as pretty. I am not like the other girls.
family? I AM ALONE}
I can't remember my family, all my life I have been,
ALONE
Alone
alone....
stories, OF BETTER TIMES}
Let me tell you my first memories. I remember being cold, oh so very cold. The ground was covered in this horrid white stuff, that froze my newborn legs, and stole the breath from my lungs. I tried to stand, but I was so frozen I could only wobble a bit and then fall on the merciless ground. Over and over the vicious cycle went, with no one to care for me, just a newborn filly. I lied upon that snow white blanket, stained with my blood, and some other creatures. My head rested upon the soft ground and I heard a soothing lullaby in my head urging me to quit fighting, and just sleep...sleep. I could not fathom the dangers of falling asleep in the cold, night approaching like a thief coming to steal the little warmth I had left in my tiny body.
It was a miracle I survived, me a tiny foal, just born in the dead of winter abandoned by both mother and father. I shouldn't have lived, but I did and I was stronger for it. I grew and I learned. I learned that this world is a cruel place. You can't expect kindness from anyone, you have to make it yourself like I did. I learned I had power. The power to manipulate electricity, to call up my only brothers thunder and lightning. To wield the metals of the earth to my advantage. Yes, this is my strength, this is my pride. I learned to manipulate and use my powers for my gain. Because this world is harsh, and the only one who cares about you is yourself. The only one who will feed you when you are hungry, heal you when you are wounded, help you up when you have fallen is you, yourself. Maybe one day, someone will prove me different, but I haven't been wrong so far.
H-I-G-H V-O-L-T-A-G-E
