; Lie like you always do, see where that gets you.

[ღಌEvermoreღ&]

M a l i c e
Hide the pain, cross the stars. You’re gonna be big, some day.
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A stallion, whose heart black as coal, and eyes as misunderstood as a wild dog, raced through the forest, stirring up leaves and small animals. His breathing was coarse and uneven, and treacherous scars stretched along his sides, telling a story that would be best untold. The glint from the sun caught his black pelt, making it illuminate the otherwise dim forest. Churning, never stopping, living harder and harder until your heart might implode. He never was this way, though, this stallion. His heart used to be kind enough to break any hate, but now, ever since they happened, he was mean, heartless…a murderer. As he made his way to the end of the forest, where grass came to sand, he stopped, looking around. A small whine blew out of his chest, but it was hardly audible, and it ended almost as quickly as it started. The dunes seemed to stretch on endlessly, but it wasn’t his home. He turned around and trotted back into the depths of the forest, his almost bay coat insignificant against the dark forest and skies above.
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“I think I’m going to call him Malice,” the girl said, leaning against the old –yet sturdy – fence of the corral, watching as the large stallion circled impatiently. “He seems so...troubled, or the maker of trouble,” she added thoughtfully. Malice watched her warily, stopping for a short moment. Dumb human, he thought rearing up, scaring the humans back a few feet. “That horse is no good!” an older man shouted, pointing his finger towards the stallion. This only angered him more, and something inside him clicked. Instantly, he calmed down and trotted over to the girl, nuzzling her like she was an old friend. Everyone was astonished, including the stallion..but little did they know, that the two would spend years together as best friends no one could break apart.
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Malice shook his head and lowered his posture, looking like a mare, or anything other than a stallion of great elegance. “That life there was a waste of 5 years.” He muttered, closing his eyes. But every time he closed his eyes, painful images of his human girl appeared on his eyelids, haunting his dreams with tainted images of the fire…the death…everything. “Waste,” he snorted, standing up to his full height and walking away from the beach.
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No sooner that he turned around to walk away, was he confronted with a cougar that had kits. “Wonderful,” he said, grinning manically. When her back was turned, he stooped down to pick up one of the kits, and flung it across the forest, following it with avid eyes. The yowls of the kit made him more stimulated, thus making it’s pain greater. Malice whickered as he trotted to the limp kit, it’s maw ajar as it took a deep breath, in need of any mercy the stallion was to offer. Too bad for the young cougar, because he wasn’t going to offer any. One final blow, and he’d give up. That was what was going through his mind as he picked up the kit and walked over to the cougar mother, wanting her to see the kit’s death. All the while, the mother was frantically searching for her kit, until he appeared in the mouth of the cruel being.
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