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Topic: T H I S <is> J U S T <the> P R I C E <you> P A Y (Read 162 times)
[[Amaelii]] Co-Owner The Spork Monster member is offline
Because every fable needs a villian.
Joined: Dec 2006 Posts: 23 Karma: 1
T H I S <is> J U S T <the> P R I C E <you> P A Y « Thread Started on Dec 16, 2006, 11:36pm »
Daero is as soft as a feather. Amaelii is as cold as wrought iron. I am not two equines, I am not insane, and I am not in denial. I am simply Amaelii. I am the vixen who had too intricate of a pelt to be a true Accepted, the real spy that spies, but am I also the creator of the true villains, and I am the dictator. I am perfection in motion, I am icy finesse. I am precise, I forget nothing and forgive nothing. I am the equine you fear above all others. Yet, I am also the minx you know nothing about. After all, who knows of the secret so dark that it is not whispered in safe corners nor gossiped about in less than polite circles? No one but those that I permit to. No one but those I rear in the way of the true spy, the cut throat spy, the double spy. All others are simply a poor imitation of the original. I am Amaelii. I am the first Accepted, and I am the Spymistress, and I am the most powerful being that hides in the shadows. But Daero takes that away from me. Daero is kind and forgiving. Passionate, even. To embrace normality, I must be Daero to the world. I am the greatest actress that glides above this sodden quagmire, and I am your worse enemy.
Only, you just don't know it yet.
I will give you the knowledge I will you to have, and I will seize the all that you hold dear in return. I am the raider of your morals, because, after all, the ends justify the means. That is how the Lights rear their young, and that is how they sleep while the onyx lithosphere washes over them and whispers the truth in their auds. What kind of innocent can be convicted of homicide? The Light Kingdom. Me, I am no innocent. After all, I withhold the data that could save hundreds, snatch away what will end this war. Why? Because I wish to come out on top. You know what else?
You can't stop me.
When you look at me, you see Daero. Naive, innocent Daero. There is not hint of Amaelii in my orbs, nor in my clumsy strides. Amaelii is washed away. But I lurk. You will never spot me. I am not insane, I am not in denial. I simply know. I am devious, and you will never realize that. Because, while I am Daero, I am also Amaelii. And, my friend, Amaelii is the creature that you cannot even imagine in your worst nightmares.
And you know what else? I'm peaceably invading your territory. You will welcome me, all hearts and smiles. You will allow me to stride upon your sod upon your own free will, and you will defend me with all of your being. I will damn you in return, and you will never know that I have betrayed you from the start.
Really, it's just the price you pay for imagining yourselves as decent equines. If you didn't think you were so wonderful, the type that prances in poppies, you might have an inkling of who drastically your life is going to change as I wobble into your home.
But only a small one. After all, what good is the shadow that other shadows know?
But you will still pay the price for your naivety.
(Aye, that post sucks. Go ahead and kill me. )
« Last Edit: Dec 16, 2006, 11:37pm by [[Amaelii]] »
Re: T H I S <is> J U S T <the> P R I C E <you> P A « Reply #1 on Dec 19, 2006, 6:17pm »
Oh how wrong we were to think...
It wasn't a kind day, nor a harsh one. It was just a normal spring day. The clouds were present, yes, but they were not tormenting the hazy blue skies. The grass was sprouting up, I do admit, and the trees were budding and blooming. Flowers - though usually few and far between - scattered themselves absent-mindedly about the small forest that I inhabit. That I rule. I live here, I rule here. And as far as I'm concerned, that's how it should be. Though the lands lately have been absent of life, despite the changes in the foliage around this desolate island. Though my forest hardly ever seems to see much change. It never snows under the trees, and the world is often silent during winter. No birds to chirp, no squirrels to gnaw on things and just be all around annoying. There is nothing in winter. But now that it's spring, things haven't changed very much.
Like I said, there is no snow to melt. To create tiny puddles where you walk, and to change the loam into a mush far worse than could ever be conceived. No trees to bloom - mine are all trees that don't shed for the colder months. The only difference in myself is the loss of my thick pelt, despite the fact that the cold weather looms long and hard for a good remainder of the time. Though summer will be upon us soon enough, and once it is, I'll be thankful for my shorter coat. The birds don't come here too often and when they do, they are often small finches that make the most annoying squeaking sounds. I like birds myself, but I can't stand finches. It's just how I am.
Though I awoke this morning to find a disturbance. There was something, no, someone, in my forest. I, being a curious soul, decided I'd go check it out. So I set off from my slumbering spot, and searched around the trees, contouring my masculine frame around every tree, making sure to investigate every small crook in the scenery. I left no moss-covered rock unturned, and I spent no time retracing my steps (you see, I am pretty thorough). Though eventually, about midday, I stumbled upon this thing. By thing, I mean another equine of course, but I couldn't make it out very well. And I wasn't in a very social mood, but I tried. I approached it, stepping out from a tree or two, winding my way skillfully - and quietly - through the brush. It was thick here, and I had no doubts that she could have seen me, but I worked on the faith that she hadn't.
I'm pretty talented myself. Although there seems to be no king at the moment (either that or he's in hiding), I'm a spy. My loyalty is to my alliance, and nothing more. But with being a spy, there are the consequences; the scars that wrought themselves upon you. My skills have been honed, over the small time I've been training myself, though I'm a quick learner, and I excel without ever really trying. And it was these skills that I was using, making sure each carefully-chosen print came down as soft as the silence, and made nothing to disturb it. My breath, although cold, formed around my maw in a small cloud - though it went no farther, quickly becoming nothing but invisible vapor. I placed myself precisely, watching the mare with interest. She'd probably know I was there - I really wasn't trying that hard, but I could smell her, which meant the wind wasn't carrying my own scent her way. A good thing.
"Tell me, why are you here?" I asked gruffly - remember my anti-social mood of before - not at all trying to sound polite. I hadn't heard from many equines lately, they were all crowded together to stay warm. But my forest is warm enough, so I rarely ever leave it - unless called to some sort of duty. But that is a whole other story. My prying lenses scanned her, trying to take in her being. She seemed clumsy, I'd admit, but I wouldn't trust that notion yet. I'd become very untrusting in my short year or two as a spy, and I was very unsure of whom I should lay what frail trust I did have in. Right now, it was nobody but my King. And even then I still wondered... Drawing my thoughts back, I unlocked my knees and allowed my muscles to instinctively become taut: just in case.
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