Cascada Falls RP, Bring the rp here please! ^-^

((This place kinda died, so I decided to make a board for all the herd rp like other lands...))

They stop and stare like I can't see their gaze boring into me...
They whisper their rumors like I cannot hear their lies spreading...
They taunt me cruelly like I have no emotions of my own...
They call me a freak of nature, a miracle, an angel, a devil...

Oh I've heard it all....
They've called me a mutt, a mudblood, a crossbreed....
Everything from an adopted colt to a mother got too close to a strange stallion...

What? You think I can't hear you? You think I can't see you? You think /I'm/ the freak? Well I've got better things to do than to stare wide-eyed at other stallions and whisper rumors about equines I don't even know. Take a look at your reflection, you don't look exactly like your dam now do you? Right down to a little scar? No. I didn't think so...So why must you insist I'm strange just because of my appearance? Granted, I am a horse of a different color...Literally.

I know I'm different, not because of everyone's stares and whisperings. I knew from the day I was born I was not the average newborn colt. I remember one of the first things I could see when I opened my eyes, was my mother's shocked expression. /How could this happen?/ She mumbled to my sire, but he stood just as dumbfounded as she. I remember looking up to them with a big grin, trying to figure out what they were staring at. I looked at their coats...Both as black as night, handsome and beautiful the two of them were with their ebony tresses straight down to their slight featherings. Then to turn my head to the side, I looked at my own coat. Something was wrong, I was not the black foal they were expecting. Instead of the common Friesian coloring, my coat was like that of burnished burgandy red. Indeed, I am a pureblood Friesian, I just happen to have a red coat. Is it that big of a deal? Apparently, in their world, it is...

I still look like an everyday Friesian, despite the fact that I'm 17hh tall and have a burgandy red coat. As a colt others mocked me, they called me a freak, that I'd never fit in. My mother, so sweet she was, tried to end the bullying the best she could. But everything that's happened to me from day one has only made me stronger, mentally and physically. Some horses would have flat out nervous breakdowns, not me... Some horses would have let the other colts tease them, not me... I fought back, granted I got in a bit of trouble sometimes because of that, but I wasn't going to just sit their and take it like that.

Sometimes life is unfair, but I've found my life as a blessing. It couldn't be any better as I walk along the shore of a large lake. I for one think I'm a bit handsome,whether others disagree or not. But for now, I need a home. I need company of some sort, talking to yourself can't be good... I've seen many lands, and I've decided to settle here. Turns out this place is unclaimed, without a lead and in good need of more herd members. Here was my chance...Hopefully I won't be shunned away like other herds...Hopefully I won't be declared a freak of nature...For I am a mindfreak, the MindFreak Angel...

I call out in claimance, my voice echoing off the walls of the cliffs from which from the waterfall. This land was quite beautiful, why would it be abandoned? Didn't matter, for now the strange colored stallion would wait for those wanting acceptance.

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Ebony-lined thorns flickered back, forward, back again. The masculine's black-enveloped body contrasted against the colors of Spring. Life loomed in the air, the life of nature and even equines.

Black-as-night muzzle flowed, in habit, to his chest, tucking as if into the night. Deep blue eyes appeared black against his facade. His bodice was completely unblemished, pure black Mustang and Quarter Horse peltage. Inside, he had become a mess of cuts, bruises, and scars.

So many deaths... dissapointments. Swift's death, Asylum's dissapearance, her reapperance, and then again going away. Insanity felt he could not take it all. He could not take the hell of a path he had walked upon. He had escaped.

And found himself with a beauty, a love, Erotica. he was her day to his night, her happiness to his sorrow, her heart to his head. He needed her, loved her, respected her. Every aspect of her.

And now he awaited her arrival, her bringing joy to his homeland. Stopping at his cantering pace, Insanity turned in wait for his Princess.

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She picked her way forward, carefully. Traveling through an unknown terrain rattled the dark golden Princess, more so than fleeing in the night with her brother months ago. She fled to be free from the bonds that kept her there; her bethroved, her father, the people that would be under her rule one day.

But with the freedom brought by the lands around her, she was given choices - though she had to be careful, and not blow her cover and expose who she was, or what she was. Only two knew of both; her brother, Giovanni, who was most likely dead or miles away by now. And Insanity, who'd ventured forward and met her in the claiming grounds, and led her here.

Exotic blue occuli drank in the terrain's features, as dark golden audda remained forward. Pale golden tresses drug behind her as she picked up a lofty trot, gaining enough speed to catch up to Insanity, only to slow back down and stand beside him.

Ebon bode turned fully as he caught sight of the princess, a smile lighting his maw. He nodded to her, pressing his muzzle to her cheek. Insanity took a view around the land.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He inquired, gazing at the new grass, trees, and life. The waterfall pounded slowly, a rythym in his ears. This place was pretty, yes, but also held sad memories. He was the only one left, the only original Cascada Falls herd member who remained. And it saddened him greatly. But now he had a new love, Erotica, who would make this place better. Much better.

Erotica smiled uneasily, hearing the hint of sadness in his voice, blue occuli seeing it faintly on his sable features. Dark golden audda pin themselves back against her crania, briefly, before she nodded softly, so that she would shower him with pale gold tresses of her mane.

"It is," she replied, though with some remorse in her own voice. There were some similarities between Cascada and Valhalla; subtle ones. You had to live in Valhalla to really notice them. Though, the plant life was different from her own homeland; the climate too. It wasn't as warm, but she could deal with the temperature. It was only Spring, so the Summer was bound to be warmer.

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel.

Insanity listened to her words with interest. His ebon bode pressed against her gold pelt protectively, though the only other hear was that new alpha, Angel something. It didn't matter, he seemed nice enough.

Turning to Erotica, his facade faced her cheek when she looked ahead. "This is where I spent most of the part of my life that I enjoyed. Right here at Cascada Falls." He mumured on, gazing at the waterfall. He turned back to Erotica with a soft smile.
She would make a wonderful mother someday; and she was a beautiful mate, inside and out. But now was quite an early time to ask for foal. Insanity respected Erotica enough to await her desicion. He would wait until she was ready.

Those three words

Are said too much

They're not enough.

With the thoughts of Summer, her mind made the mental note of her own season. She was always a few weeks behind the other mares, beginning her own season towards the middle of Spring or the beginning of Summer. Maybe that's why she hated Summer. Laughing at herself on the inside, her attention returned to Insanity.

"I can see why you rarely left," she replied, with a smile. The place, despite the subtle similarities, was a rather beautiful place. Of course, she couldn't really say it was the most gorgeous place out of Forever Free, since she'd only been in the claiming grounds. So, she could only fathom the other lands around them.

Sable-hued poll tossed for a moment, sending strands of midnight to fall over his nape.
He nodded along with her movements, his train of thought roaming. Would he have the courage to tell her? Of course he did, but he still feared. What was the worst thing that could happen? Well, Erotica would hate him and leave forever. But he was pretty confident that that would not happen.

Ebon pelt rippled with muscle as he moved away from her and turned slightly.
"Erotica..." He began. "I have somehting to ask you. Or, rather, tell you."

Aimless thoughts were brought to a abrupt halt at the sound of Insanity saying her name. Blinking a couple times, to lose the glazed look that one would get if daydreaming, before blue occuli turned to him.

"Yes?" she chirped, dark golden audda flickered forward. She didn't really know what to expect for his next response, due to the always looming thoughts of being found by either Maraschino or her father. But it seemed that they wouldn't find her, not here.

Insanity cleared his throat in hesitation.
"Erotica, this may seem forward, it may seem blunt... But I just wanted you to know that I would love to have a foal with you. But not neccasarilly(sp?) now, when you're ready. I'll wait for you." He said in an even tone, though it sounded almost pleading.

Charcoal black tail whicked behind him, driving away the insects. Insanity did not let his thoughts wander, he only focused on Erotica's form, studying her face for something. Some kind of emotion.

Surprise wrought its self through her dark golden features. The last time she'd heard the word "foal" in a sentence, it was from Maraschino - though it wasn't in a question. It was more of a command from the pompous stallion, which led to her escape, which led her here.
The first choice he'd given her was easily decided; but with this one, she struggled a bit. Both through the fear that Maraschino invoked through her from the year before telling her the same thing and almost forcing her, and the making her own choice factor.

The mental struggle was evident on her features, though as she stood there thinking, she remembered thatn ot too long ago she had had the yearning of a family, knowing she wouldn't get it from her life as Royalty, while she was on the run. With the choice now, she was surprised she was even hesitating.

Blue occuli returned to Insanity, the emotion in them was slightly clouded as she watched the sable stallion for a brief moment. Dark golden audda, which had pinned themselves back as she thought, returned to a forward stance as a smile took to her features.
"And I would be proud to carry own your line." she replied, keeping to her usual one sentence responses, knowing that if she said more she'd probably babble.

Insanity instantly beamed. His hooves lifted and fell, carrying him to his mate. Onyx boa fell in a sort of hug around Erotica's own golden hue.
"We will wait until you are ready." insanity said with a smile. His muzzle touched her cheek for a moment in a loving gesture.
"There is so much I could say to you right now..." He voiced, gazing again at the beautiful scenery.

[- Sorry for shortness-ess -]

OOC|


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I can hardly come here without reading something that mentions Swift. Blast it all, I regret killing him. ><

||PPPPST! This is for 'Dozer, if she ever gets to reading this-

Is there anyway to bring a horse back if you killed them? =0 ||

((I've seen people have everyone think their charrie is dead, but in the end they were on the brink of death but survived))

OoC| That's cuz Insanity misses him so bad and I have to mention him. :3

After finishing exploring the lands, my attention was brought to that of a pair of voices. As I make my way to the pair, the form of Insanity appeared along with a new mare. Joy seemed to be all over their faces, and the my auds flicked back for a second, not trying to interupt the two.

"Did I just ruin a moment?" I ask, flicking my tail back and forth a couple of times while coming to a halt a few feet away. I look to Insanity, before looking towards the pretty mare he had brought with him. I dip my mug to her in greeting before introducing myself. "'Ello miss, I am MindFreak Angel, newest lead to these lands."

She had started to say something in response, before her attention was brought to the burgundy stallion. Blue occuli took in the stallion's absurd coloring. It appeared he knew Insanity, somewhat, which let the dark golden mare relax a bit.
"A pleasure, m'lord," came the mare's response, dipping her dark golden crania in the process.

The awe wsa evident on my own features; copper audda were pricked forward as I stumbled hopelessly after Angel. Sable and bright blonde curls of my forlock hang over my ivory, copper, and sable face as blue-speckled warm hazel occuli drink in the scenery that was my new home.

As I lose interest in the gorgeous landscape, after exploring every nook and cranny, I manage to find the burgundy stallion; along with a dark golden mare who's beauty practically seeps from her pores, and a sable stallion. The two appear to be mates, and both are cheerful. For now, I guess, as I approach the trio.

My auds flick back to the sound of another approaching, nares widening as Angeni's scent came to me. Looking back to her, I give her a smile as she approaches us. "Ah, Welcome m'love." Letting my muzzle brush against her boa through her streaked tresses. One couldn't even begin to fathom how happy I was that she agreed to come with me as the Queen of Cascada Falls, as my...mate. Oh the joys to be able to say that, my mate. Angeni. And no one will take her from me, not without a death match. Granted we hadn't known each other for long, but she was the first mare, the only are, that hasn't rejected me right on the spot. And chances were, this infatuation with her would surely develop into love.

This foal would be great. This foal would be perfect, beautiful like their dam. Like his mate, his love, his everything; Erotica.
Soft drumbeats echoed from the male's hooves as he entered the land once again, Cascada Falls. Ebonite thorns fell forward in a moment's notice as he turned his head.
Insanity smiled at the thought. He was siring another foal, a foal with Erotica for a mother. She would be perfect, a perfect dam.
Kissers parted to release a whicker behind, calling for the black brute's golden love.