Enter: Killer Queen

[::Sam::]

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, guillotine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Her hoof beats ricocheted off the nearby walls. Her breath was heard from miles away. The hill was sturdy, and challenging. Was she actually allowed to admit that to herself? Hell no. Queenie shook some fallen precipitation from her poll and looked around. Far above, if she squinted her optics, she could make out two figures. Stay away. Her senses warned her. She bared her teeth and pinned her ears. Why bother with other equines. If they were smart enough to alert themselves of her presence, so be it. For now, Killer Queen decided apon resting on this lone peak. She lowered her head to the luscious jades. She picked a few between her front incisors and chomped down. This would work out just fine. Just fine.

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined

[shadow]

[red]This is the truth
I have betrayed
This is the truth
I have lied
This is the truth
I feel no remorse
This is the truth
I will do it again
[/red]When she told me that she loved me, I would have never thought I would end up like this. When she told me that it was over, I never thought that I would be whole again. And so I ran. And I ran on and on and on. I don't remember when I stopped but I must have. I could not go back. I could not return. What is home?
[blue]or[/blue]
When she told me that I was her world I wanted her more than anything else. When she told me I was no longer anything to her, reality hit me full-blown in the face. We were so young, how could it go wrong? We were so innocent, juvenile and incompetent. How could we know what love possibly was? But I swear that I felt it every time I was with her. Every time I saw her. And everything time I thought of her. Oh, how I wish she was here. Oh, how I wish I could take back those years. But what she'll never know...was that I loved her.
[green] Is this the truth?
It meant nothing!
Is this the truth?
Please believe me
Is this the truth?
I am truly sorry
Is this the truth?
It won't happen again[/green]
Awakened from this nightmare I saw the fae. And my heart leapt in the air, was she coming to visit me this day? But no. We would never see each other again. But no. Our hearts would never entwine again. I want to go back. I want to be free. I don't want to live in this world without her and me. I want to return to the place I call home. I want to return where my spirit roams. With her. Will I ever feel her presence again?
[purple]The truth is this
I was a bit bored
The truth is this
Just a bit of fun
The truth is this
I got caught out
The truth is this
I'm only Equine.[/purple]
Back to life. Back to now. Back to reality. This is me. This is how. This is what it ought to be. Can I really make myself believe that? Can I really fool my heart? I hope that I can, because we are apart. I have almost lost all hope. I have almost lost that grace. But I will never ever lose her soft embrace. And even after all the miles, even after all the tears even after all this time she pushes through my fears. And I cling to the moment when we first met. I cling to the desire that she have given me yet. And each day is a struggle, each sunset a shame. And with every river crossing I battle with this heavy burden of blame. Is it really my fault? Was I really that bad? I'd like to believe that because she was the hero I never had. When I wake up in the morning, without your smiling face, I wage war within me because I feel so d.amn sad. Pardon me. Why do I have to wake up, from this happy dream? Perchance this is a Nightmare, that's how it seems. But we were so perfect, we matched as one. What did I do? What has she done? She tore apart the memories, she tore apart the future. But I watched, and I cheered her on. Oh, regret.
[yellow]What is true?[/yellow]
I avert my attention to the maiden who stands before me. By the looks of it, she seems to be what I was. Did I want that life again? No, I had gone back. The last thing that I needed was a relapse. But somehow, it called to me, beckoned me. Must resist. Raising my head, I pricked my ears to her and blinked. If she had anything to say, say it now.
My heart

[::Sam::]

Whipping her cloudy-colored skull around to face her oncoming predator. All muscles in her bodice tensed as she glanced furtively around the champions terrain. Why so nervous? Not nervous, just alert. Her ears were pricked so far forward they created an obtuse angle with her curving serpentine. Queenie's aphonic orbs had a slight ashen ring around them, creating its own circumference. They were rare, and Queenie had them. She had that kind of "luck". When a twig snapped under the brutes weight, she was jerked from her thoughts to examine the woods. She picked up one slender foreleg to smash the ground, calling her contestants to her. To stop being a coward. She sensed pain in the air. But it wasn't physical pain. It was emotional. What was going on back there? Queenie itched to discover the truth. By squinting her opticals, she could just about make out an equine shape. But strangely enough, his head was held high, and he wasn't milling around. He was just standing. Still. Watching. Her. A bolt of self-consciousness rushed through her senses and she turned away. But everywhere she looked she could see those deep brown eyes staring intensely at her. Like daggers piercing the skin, they were laser beams. Queenie shook her curvature, and in turn hitting the base of her head on a nearby tree. She cursed to herself and stumbled about. When she finally got back her balance she found herself in front of the king himself. Her little fiasco back there left her in shame, but she refused to show that to the king. He pricked his ears and blinked at her. A silent push from behind made her speak. Instead of covering up her voice with one of someone elses, she spoke normally. Why did she feel so relaxed with this other...equine?
Killer Queen.
Stating her name. Anyone with half of a brain would know what she was doing, and hopefully he fit in with that category. His dapple grey coat was stained with some grass stains along the base of his knees where he had plowed probably. But maybe that was how his coat was supposed to be? Queenie knew it was too rude to actually ask, so she debated inside her head.
I am seeking a home. This terrain looked worthy enough.
She was polite enough, but she didn't just give up her freedom by asking to BE in his harem. She just implied that she wanted it. With heavy metal. Killer Queen looked the stallion up and down. What was it about him that made her heart leap up a few levels in her chest? Why did she not shiver? Why did she trust him? Was she truly changing? Or was it just that sparkling coat? No one knew the answers to those philosophical questions, and only time would tell. Queenie just realized that they were a similar shade, though hers was a bit lighter, but not by much. Then again, he was a sleeker breed. Sleek, tall, and full. She was a Gypsy Vanner. Sturdy, tall and muscled. Her large hooves could crush. Then again, her personality could too. But that crushed spirits. She had a simple spark in her that seemed to attract horses. Not in a flirtatious way, just in a friendly way. Of course, that didn't necessarily mean she WAS kind hearted. She had a true demonic soul and would murder anyone who disagreed. That would kill two birds with one stone. She would kill her opponent, proving her point, and she would be getting rid of the obnoxious bugger anyways! Queenie sized up the stallion in front of her, trying to figure out what his personality was like. He didn't look like a pure hearted horse, but he didn't necessarily look demonic spirited. Only time would tell, once again. Queenie realized she relied on time quite a lot of the time. It answered her questions, it took her through the phases in her life. The only thing she liked more than time was swimming. Yeah, swimming. She loved the water. The rupture of cool water when she waded it was unbelievable. The rush was unmeasurable. She soon realized she should carry out the conversation by introducing her idea a bit more. She swished her lengthly banner, letting it hang loose like a flag free of its own heritage.
Will you be able to help me?
This time, Queenie sectioned in on his eyes, using her own beams to stare into his. Now would it be him to uncomfortable under her gaze? Her long mane lay uneven on both sides of her neck, showing off her drafty neck. Her long forelock slipped in to cover one of her eyes, but with a mighty toss of her head it parted nicely down between her eyes and her mane lay flat on one side. She had to admit herself, she looked pretty nice. But that was not something to focus in on right now. She needed to find that home sooner rather than later. The horses she had deceived were not happy with her. In fact, they were rather pissed off. From a close friend she had heard they were plotting revenge. She knew she should just raise herself about it all, but it was fun to join in the chase. But what Queenie didn' t know was who was on what side...
Anyone could be against her, so she had to remain constantly alert. IN one second, four horses could appear to fight her. But unknowing this little tidbit of information may cost her a fatal mistake. She pawed at the ground letting her words sink into the other stallion's mind before letting her own mind wander aimlessly. For now, all was said. Nothing more on her side could be added to the conversation. If she said anything more it would just seem juvenile and immature. Queenie really wanted to make a good impression on this new King. Or else she might be on the run very soon again. She needed to show this new king that she was responsible and she wouldn't take up a lot of his valuable time. That she would earn her keep. But only one way to find out these answers-time.

[shadow]

[red]I know I should have told you
I was so afraid you'd leave
And now there's nothing left to say
Well nothing that you'd believe
I never meant to hurt you
With the things I couldn't say
I promise you tomorrow
While denying you today[/red]

Oh the irony. Here I was trying to escape and it was chasing me down. I was supposed to the hunter and now I was the hunted. The predator, the prey. I hated every minute of being stalked in this darkness by the though of my life hanging in the balance. At the cliff of despair, looking down into the black. Into the depths. Her name rang through the fog of my mind and I wanted to leave it far behind. But my hooves would not move. My eyes would not wander. My head would not look away. Oh, Gods help me. Please. Take back where this all began, I would play it out differently, I would act as if it was all going to be alright. Even if I didn't know the consequence, surely it could not be as bad as this. As bad as loneliness. Hopelessness. Clinging on to faith. It's not depression, it's obsession.

[blue]These lies have torn my world apart
These lies have torn my world apart
These lies have torn my world apart[/blue]

I was afraid. Of betraying my emotions. Of betraying my thoughts. Of betraying my heart. Keep it hidden. Locked away into this jungle that had become my soul, but I must wonder if it will ever come out again.

[glow=white,2,300]Century[/glow]
My voice remained even when my insides were shaking, quaking. Cold. Like my name. How much time had passed between her calling and mine? Had it been merely seconds, or had hours spanned? All the while the wind whistled it's thoughts in my ear. The sun splayed it's glory unto my feet. But my body remained as deep and untouched as ever. Vae victis.

[green]A darkness grows inside me in fading shades of gray
All the colors of the world are slowly sucked away
I'm sinking ever deeper to a place that's cold and black
I can't believe I've lost you and you're never coming back[/green]

She asked for a place here, yet I was as much as a foreigner. It was not so much as I just arrived, for I had been here for quite some time. Time. Dam.n the concept. How wry was is that my name was just that? Keep it simple. I needn't a reminder. Complexity was never for me. Such impudence. Raising a slender leg to the mare, I swept it out towards the land. Twisting myself so that I bowed, my head low to the ground.

[glow=white,2,300]Roam free.[/glow]

[purple]These lies have torn my world apart
These lies have torn my world apart
These lies have torn my world apart [/purple]

Drawing back up to full height, I caught her gaze staring at me. Did she see the scars? Did she see the memories? The slayings? The murders? The guilt? It seemed each time I looked into the water, they glared back at me. Those times. Those evil times. Sucking in a deep breath, I kept myself steady. I had to. My deep auburn eyes captured hers in their majesty and held them. Like a prisoner. Like a prostitute. My lenses seemed to rape hers as I watched what should not be watched. I had my lessons on humility, self-consciousness. I knew better. I broke the trance with a single blink. Serenity.

[yellow]Soon the night will take me and save me from my pain
Cloak me in cold darkness and help me lose your name[/yellow]

Help. That word was almost lost on me but I caught it in a moment.
[glow=white,2,300]What can I do?[/glow]
What was I supposed to do? I needed help myself. I am such a fool for accepting her offer. What the he.ll was my problem? Gritting my teeth. I was taught to never make a promise that you could not keep and for the most part I kept to that. I had to keep to that here. I had to do something. After all, I was her king. Fu.ck.
Torn my world apart

[shadow]

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