Flyin' Like...A Bat Outta Hell [Flighty]

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Bat Outta Hell

Darkness was all I saw as I traveled. Periodically, I'd open my mouth and let loose a nearly silent sound-and I would at least hear and see well enough to avoid the obstacles in my way. The dank forest was my home, as it had been for many years...I knew the twists and turns of the woods like the back of my hoof...well, not my hoof at the moment...

She could feel the wind as it brushed over her slick fur; darting to and fro in the night between the trees. She was indeed alone-and that was the way she liked it. The world had betrayed her; it did not want her to exist amongst the living. It stabbed her so many times that she had no more blood to bleed. And lately, she had been staying in her secondary form more often then her regular; just for the sake of staying in the shadows. It was easier to hide weighing only two pounds; as opposed to around 1000.
She opened her mouth again, giving a silent shriek to the night wind. A tree had fallen up ahead, and she ducked beneath it quickly before flying into it. The branches brushed against her silky wings; but it mattered not to her. She was on a mission, down to the watering hole that only she seemed to know about. She had heard whispers of the gates of the cursed lands opening up; but she didn't care. There was nothing outside these walls for her anymore; everyone she knew and "loved" was dead and gone, or at least dead to her. Periodically, she had "nightmares" of a happy life; of a dream come true where one of her curses was broken. The curse of her matriarchal line. A curse of stallion's betrayal. It had been three generations now since it first began; and there seemed to be no letting up, so she just hid herself away. Perhaps Mortar and Pestle were having better luck...or perhaps they were being sickening and practicing incest, since they seemed more into each other well beings then even caring if their mother was alive behind them. TWITS! Her inner voice screamed, shoving the memory of her first, and forever last, children from her mind.

Up ahead, she saw the glint of the moonlight on the pond. It was stagnant, except for the gentle breeze that would periodically rouse the waters. A grim smile came to her kissers as she began her descent, and by the time her legs touched the ground again-they were capped with hooves once more. Her silken bat wings shrunk away into her withers, and she was the firey chestnut once more. She sighed and lowered her crown to the water, bringing the cooling liquid to her lips.

OOC: So, since she is cursed and has been hidden away, I figure that we'll start them over again. There wasn't really much we'd done with them on TP yet, unfortunately, except having met each other. If you want, they can have met, but...*shrugs* I figure something can happen were they're forced to find shelter together, and we go from there. Not to much able to do since they originally met in the abode while Switch was claiming a mare. XD XD

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Hooves lightly crushed the grass beneath him as he walked, ears swiveling about slightly. A massive gust of wind buffeted his flank, and he shifted his weight, ducking his head down a bit as his thick white mane was tossed about. Chocolate eyes glimmering as he lifted his gaze, the tall stallion paused for a moment, sniffing at the air. His muscles quivered as he tasted a new scent in the atmosphere, and for a split second his mind was distracted from the task at hand. Subconsciously, he began to drift toward the new scent, losing focus on what he'd been doing. It had been a while since he'd had any kind of social interaction. So long as it wasn't a nasty fella, he would enjoy a bit of small talk before returning to his hunt for vengeance.

"Just a few moments. Get a rest, take a drink, perhaps get some sleep. You can continue onward in the morning. He won't get that far over a few hours." The stallion mumbled to himself, humming a little tune as his pace quickened. He trotted forward, rigging a little bounce in his step as he moved effortlessly across the ground. He didn't like it here, but he'd learned to deal with it. After all, there was only so much you could do. Closing your eyes and running away wasn't an option. He'd learned that as a colt, thus explaining the small scar on his muzzle. Trees could really hurt when you plunged headlong into them at a dead run.

Swishing his tail, Switchblade paused at the edge of a clump of several trees. He could see a fiery red mare ahead. Studying her for a moment, he determined that it couldn't hurt to call out a greeting. If it turned out that she was a wild fae that wished him severe harm, he could always run. He wasn't afraid, really. It was just the mere fact that he needed to continue his quest without interruption. Said interruption would include injuries. Shaking his mane out, he took a few steps forward, letting his hooves crunch the ground loudly. "Hello, there." He called out quietly. "Do you mind if I join you? It's beginning to get a tad windy, and I'm a bit thirsty." He added. Pausing for a moment, he twitched his ears. "And, to be honest, I'm a bit starved for interaction. I haven't spoken to anyone other than myself for weeks, perhaps even months. I fear I'll go even crazier if I don't have someone to talk to, even for a few moments." He chuckled lightly, stopping where he was. His slender legs quivered as he waited to see if the mare would accept his greeting and request.


OOC: Mmm, it feels good to roleplay him again! I changed up his history a bit to fit the Cursed more. And honestly, I like his new history better than the old.

[.:.Gambler.:.]

Bat Outta Hell

The fae's ears flicked back and forth as she stared blankly for a moment into her murky little pond, pretending for a moment to not exist. Maybe the brute she saw out of the corner of her eye was not speaking to her, maybe he was speaking to the water nymphs that she knew existed somewhere in this twisted forest, or maybe he was just seeing things. Her own heart ached for attention, but she knew the sound of a male all too well-and refused to acknowledge even his presence in her current state of mind.
At first, he had just said a hello there. It was easily ignored. But then he kept talking, telling her that he hadn't had anyone to talk to for weeks or months. She couldn't help but let loose a retort at that point. Her diseased neck creaked almost as she turned to look at him, dark brown orbs looking the stallion over. He did not look to be a threat; but one could never be too careful. Neither had seemed the other one, before he forced himself upon her for pleasure. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him.
"Weeks and months, weeks and months! Is that all you care about, weeks and months? Well, my dear, dear, horse of the lesser gender, I'll have you know that I've had no so called interaction for years, and years more until I am nothing more than an idea placed on this earth an eon ago."
She snorted, glared at him, and turned back to the water to stare down into it, muttering quietly to herself. How dare he come to her with his petty problems? She stomped her hoof and spoke a little louder.
"Sure you can join me for a drink, but I've come to believe that this water my be poison for your cleanly kind, and you'll be stuck to live here, in this dank, dark forest, cursed to forever be alone, except for with little old me prattling as you do at your ear. Something that I'm sure a big strong imbecile like you would never endure and would surely throw yourself off the nearest cliff. I've tried; doesn't work! Once you're cursed you're quite screwed."
She grunted, turning and looking him over again. Her heart, for a brief fluttering moment, ached for the interaction he spoke of. Ached for some form of love and to break her lineage's curse. She knew it was simply a fantasy she had from her youth; still clinging to it and holding on to some shred of humanity to stay in her life.
"Hmph."
She stated further, turning back to the water and lowering her crown again to drink it. It tasted like plain old water, but...that's only because she'd drank it for so long. She didn't know if it was really poisoned, or if she was just saying it to get the stallion to go away. She secretly hoped he'd stay, even with her calling him names and what not, so that he might break her of her habits.

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Switchblade gazed at her for a moment, waiting for her to speak. He thought perhaps she wouldn't, and he understood. Not many horses in this area were even the least bit inclined to speak to another equine. His ears snapped upward as her voice drifted back to him. He fought back a smile at her reference to him as the 'lesser gender.' It didn't bother him in the least bit, of course. He'd never looked down upon mares.

Shifting his weight, he took one step closer, tipping his muzzle to look at her. "Years? Wow.. Well, if those years of seclusion were on purpose, I apologize for breaking the streak. I'm not one to impose, so I'll leave if you'd like me to." He spoke quietly, hesitantly. But something tells me you won't directly ask me to go.. He thought. As her voice grew louder, another gust of wind buffeted his flank. He shifted his weight, shaking out his thick mane.
"Poisoned? Well... I suppose I can handle my thirst for a while longer." He murmured. Ears swiveled round, listening to her speak. Switch's eyes glittered with amusement as he heard the insults, but he ignored them. "You threw yourself off a cliff? You don't have to be alone anymore.. Curses can be broken, can't they? Maybe if you'd tell me what happened, I could help. And then you'd be free to go wherever you'd like." He offered, swishing his tail absently as he sucked in a deep breath and let it all out with a yawn.

Switchblade hadn't had much experience with cursed horses. He wasn't entirely sure if curses could be broken. However, if they could indeed, he would do whatever possible to help this cranky mare, despite the insults made against him. He was used to it, and besides, it didn't matter what he was called. At least she was talking to him. It was better than being completely ignored, like many of the horses here would usually do. Switch's thoughts suddenly paused, returning to his pursuit of that wretched stallion. He lifted his muzzle, taking in another deep breath to try to find any trace of the brute's scent. There was none; he would have to set out after him soon if he wanted to find the trail again... But he wasn't about to leave this mare, not if he had a chance to help her.

[.:.Gambler.:.]

Bat Outta Hell

Her ears flicked back and forth, eyeballing the stallion. He seemed to be of a good heart, but she still didn't trust him. He just didn't give her the heeby geepies like he should. She sighed deeply, flicking her ears back and forth and stomping her hoof as she glared at him. A gutteral sound escaped her throat as she glared, almost like a growl. He wasn't leaving, which means that she was going to have to deal with him the hard way...put up with him.
Sighing deeply, she glared around and glared back down at the water. This wasn't any fun to just stand around and throw meaningless words at the stallion...she sighed, about to give him a chance, when he spouted his ideas about her curse. A deep laughter escaped her maw, turning into a fit of giggles that lasted for a few minutes before she could catch her breath and speak again.
"You know nothing of my curse, Mister. My curse is not one that was put upon me, but one that was passed down by the generations. My mother was damned the day she met Malakore, my grandmother was damned the day she met Nightfall. Through the generations, stallions have been our failing point. We failed to see their wretched ways, and they used us to their advantage. We were not allowed to exist as regular folk...no; we were abused, used...tempted. I thought I would be in the clear, but no. Of course not. No, quite the opposite. I was instead forced as a young one, and my foolish daughters thought they were too good for me. And perhaps they were, because I'd quite given up on the world by then. No-there's not much left, and I just wish I was dead so the rotting of my soul could continue in hell. But no, I'm stuck here talking to the likes of you!"
She grunted, turning to him again and glaring at him.
"And no, it was not on purpose, my seclusion. My daughters made me feel quite worthless, and so I chose it as best that I could as opposed to facing the world."

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Switchblade flicked his ears absently as she sort of growled at him. He tipped his muzzle and took a step back; he'd never heard a horse do that before. His tense muscles relaxed as she began to laugh. The sleek pinto stallion took a few steps closer, wondering if she was okay.. He paused as she began telling him her story, listening with interest and stomping at an occasional fly.

"Well, that would explain your attitude toward me." He muttered, half to himself. "Not that it matters; I can understand why you would hate any stallion after what happened to you and your family. I'm sorry about your daughters- no family should break apart like that, with no second thoughts as to their connections.." Switchblade lifted his muzzle and inhaled deeply. "The likes of me? Ah, well, I suppose I deserve that. I haven't even told you my name yet. My apologies, Miss."

Switch lowered his ivory muzzle slightly, chocolate forelock skidding down across his eyes. "I'm Switchblade. I can't say I completely understand your pain, but I've felt the bite of betrayal. My mother abandoned me as a colt, and my father tormented and murdered my foster mom. That's where I was traveling, actually- I was going after my father and his band of thugs to try to stop them before they had the chance to torture anyone else." Switch sighed, pain flickering in his gaze as he recalled that fateful day on which he'd watched her die- the only one who'd ever truly loved him and taken care of him.

Shaking his head furiously to clear his mind, he stamped his hooves. "You aren't worthless. No one is worthless. Except my father. And anyone like him. So, a lot of stallions, I guess. But there are some nice ones out there, you know. It's not all a terrible world. Just.. a lot of it.." He sighed, swishing his tail.

He moved away from her slightly, feeling the faint tug at his soul that called him towards his quarry. Switch could never let go of that feeling, not until that nasty stallion was on the ground and dead. A small part of his brain questioned whether or not he could actually kill his own dad, but he squashed it immediately. It wasn't his dad; he had no father. It was just another forceful murderer that would get what he deserved...