and you're not mine [open]

[enfection]

[bg=#5A5149][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] And so it began. A new life. A clean slate that soon would be tarnished. Life was underestimated. Everything in it could be taken away in a mere breath. Perhaps it was the only way to test us - to make seem more alive or perhaps dead. Life was hard. Death was easy. And there was times he wished death upon himself, to rid the world of his abomination. But what fun would that be? That would leave women to the kind and Gunther would not have such. So with a deep breath he begins his life as if he had just been birthed. Dark blue eyes break open to the world. To the plains. His mangled body of scars drifting carelessly among the barren landscape. The bold sounds of his beating heart muffled by his heavy feet striking the hard floor. The autumn essence of the land was peaceful. The tainted cold that brushed the air seemed to relax him. Lulling him into a rather decent mode. His mind blank. Shutting out the images he had made from the past. Making them fall upon a deaf and idle mind as images of darkness merely cloud his thoughts. The clouds from used air brush by his mangled face as it dissipates quickly. Soft. His breathing keeping him sane in this world of madness - his world of madness. He stops. Dark eyes searching the vast land. A twitch of his ears signal his intent listening. Gunther seemed rather dull this day. His aggression at a minimum. But things can change in a instant with him. It is as if he was a child you had to watch constantly in fear he would get into trouble if you blinked, so it seems you must blink a lot. Idle. He waits. For nothing in particular. Just passing the time with nothingness. Continually blocking the images of the child and the mother, but glimpses cannot help but break through. And when they do he abrasively gives a shake with his head. Massive breaths expelling roughly as if trying to douse them but only fueling. Gruffs sounds breech his cracked lips as he seems to drown them out. And then he goes silent. Only the mere beating of his heart giving away his existence. And it is then his mind is over-flooded with them; the love and the hate. She is beautiful. They are beautiful. Mother and child. Nestled in a bundle as if life went on. Their hearts beating as one. It is as if a dream. A peaceful dream. But soon the nightmare quickly overtakes the mind. There is blood. Lots of blood. It decorates the beautiful the porcelain girls. They now lifeless. Tucked beside each other while a dark shadow embraces them both. He mourns. He screams. Kissing them softly. Whispering nothing in deaf ears as his darkness shrouds them. Their life now his. As he took them and as if by chance tries to return them. But forever is he burdened by them. Forever will they dance in his head as a memory. Reminding him of why women are just so.. so.. hated. Gunther gasps for air as he wakes from his nightmare. Dark blue eyes shift unsteadily over the dense land. Labored breathing causes his chest to swell and compress rapidly. As he stands as if recently wounded by his thoughts. But they are just a memory. Just an image that repeats in his head - an image that haunts him with each breath, each heartbeat, and second of every day. They are why he is like this. It is her fault such madness was shown upon her child and herself. She is to blame for his monstrosity. She is at fault and Gunther is only the mere pawn. If only she had loved him or perhaps if only he hadn't loved her. Silence. He stands with only small vital signs of life breeching through. Dormant until soon unfortunate soul dare walk upon his sacred ground. It is untelling what may occur if such happened. Thats what makes him so unstable. So unfit to reside in this world of sanity. But here he stands. Waiting.. count 691 open for any note yeah he's a little messed up xD

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[locket]

[atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] It was Autumn, this time of year, and the leaves were turning colors. Reds, oranges, yellows, still some greens, maroons, browns, and other bold but mild colors that painted the trees around her. She smiled to herself as she enjoyed the breeze. The wind's whispser as she called it, spoke to her like a long lost friend. Tickling her auds with whispers of timeless tales. Secrets that were only whispered between the two of them. She had spent her whole life dedicated to learning the ways of nature. How everything had it's place in the circle of life and how everything fit together. It was actually pretty amazing when you thought of all the stuff that had to fit together to make something actually work. For all these different species to be able to survive and not have any conflicts with the food chain and shelter issues. It was well beyond her knowledge of breaking down the complexity of it all, to really, truly understanding the whole concept. But she tried, really hard and having studied it practically all four years of her life. The painted mare had been moving across the plains leisurely, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on her back. Harks flipped back and forth atop her crown, taking in all the music that filled the air. Her orbs took in the sites, and her nostrils the smells of autumn. A crisp and freshness of the air that you couldn't get in the summer or spring time. This was the time of year that had to be her favorite. Though she knew, deep down, she shouldn't favor anything over another, this was the one thing she made an exception of. The bugs were leaving because winter was on its way, and it was too cold or too hot, and even though with spring, brought new life and blooming flowers, which she absolutely loved, you still had to deal with all the mud from april showers and the melting snow, which didn't really appeal to her at all. The mare was readying herself to head back to her land, when a faint aroma of a stallion filled her lungs. Turning her head in the direction of where it had come from, curiosity got the better of her, and she made her way in the opposite direction of home, to seek out this new face. She was always up for meeting new life forms. It was what she did best, and it intrigued her more than anything to search out something new. It kind of was like a high she got. Everyone had there certain thing that made them tick, that really caught their interest, and new things to her, was one of them. It took her awhile, to figure out where this stallion was at. She swore she had passed him, when the stench finally hit her like a brick wall. She stopped and glanced over the terrain, trying to locate his form. And then she found him, nestled in the grass, looking to like he was having a dream. She watched him for quite sometime, really captivated by him, in general. Everything about him said something else. Something different. It was when he awoke, that she shifted without a sound to be heard or made. She watched him carefully and intently, wondering if he was waiting for anyone in particular, and when it seemed her question had answered itself, she moved from the brush and into the open, a few yards from where he stood. Her auds tuned in to his movements and her orbs watched him attentively. She wondered if she should speak first, or if he would cut her off. He seemed like the type who would do that. She had gotten really good at ready body language and hidden hints of the body itself. Position of the auds, the way the eyes held their own language, the twitch of the pelt. Everything and anything, she had learned it to be her survival kit. And she used and practiced it well. Finally, she decided silence was no longer an option. She let her sweet morning lark vocals surround the area, with her words, soft, sweet, gentle, but with a commanding air that took on its own body and tone. "Hello stranger. I am Gaea. May I know who it is I am talking to?"

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