Caedo Angelica

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Oh yes, this was her. Even after so long, after years of simply trying, this was her. She was half dead, half living, and all nothing. She had nothing to show for her efforts but herself, and nothing else. She had no mate, and clearly she was not in any condition to have bore any foals. Even before she had become somewhat of a walking skeleton, she had not had any foals. Now she was six years old, and felt hollow to the core.As she watched Silver Dreams, she began to feel an emptiness. She was here for another point of trickery, to once again fool a kind light and take advantage of them. Help her 'friends' lure in the stallion. Help them hurt him in the worst sort of ways. But now, there was something that kept her. Maybe she was taken away from ehr more than beauty, but her will as well. Even the most ill of wills could not be concived by her now, for she was becoming weak in her mind as well. It was sickening to feel, all this draining, everything leaving her. While she had not had her strength in a long time she had always had a mind of her own and now that was to be no more! That was the worst of this all to her. But, I'm sure you would still know what her being there was. She was there to lure Silver Dreams. It was a well known routine. She knew it by heart. Stumble into a territory, act so greatly hurt to the very soul(she didn't have to fake that), find the stallion's weakness and gain his trust. Then, once everything seemed in place, and she thought they were truly good willed and pure, she would tell her three 'friends',; the gang, about him. Then, she would disappear for good. Cayo, a mare of glacial beauty, would then go to the stallion after learning his soft spots from Caedo, and lure him to where the final step of the whole on going would end. There, in some deserted location Cayo would lead the stallion to, would be Lyra or sometimes Bones waiting. Lyra was a strong, and large boned black fae who was the killer of the gang. She killed the stallion's that were brought to her. It was her 'job'. None of the killings were ever anything personal, just exactly what it was, a morbid bussiness. And what was their profit? Knowing that there was one less light in Auro. That was the profit.

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There were only ten lights in all of Auro, just ten and only ten. Eleven if you counted the new light foal of Eclipse and Midnight's. Then there was eleven. But it was still low in comparison to the twenty six darks and fourteen nuetrals. The 'gang' was a growing force in Auro, though little were aware of it. The low light count was partly on behaf of the gang. They had either converted a large portion of the former lights or....gotten rid of them in a different way. It really wasn't all that hard, if you thought about it. She was frozen now though. She couldn't seem to go through with the first step of the well known plan! She was paralized. Caedo stared, watching with sunken gray eyes. How unsettling her stare was, it was one of a living dead girl. It was shattered and torn somewhere along the path of them, but before you could find that there were many doors to walk through. Discomfort. Deceit. Hate. Love. Loss of love. And then, then there was that door of darkness, that shadowy realm that had heavy, iron chains hanging from it, coating it. This door was under lock and chain. It was impossible for anyone but her, the key holder, to walk through. The gray, almost sad stare of the living dead girl was on Silver Dreams, and only on him, not on the Spring covered land around them. She did not smile, nor did she blink, nor move, or anything that would have resembled living. She stood, frozen in place, staring. Her stare was focused on him, but it was far off, it gazed right through him, as if he was in the way of something she wanted desprately to see. She stared into him and through him with her piercing stare, past him and at the rest of the land. There was no one there behind him for her to stare at. She smiled now. There was nothing. She liked nothing. Nothing was such a senile lonliness that could strike anywhere at anytime. Nothing, along with silence, was her friend. Her only friends that would not speak back to her were the aforementioned silence and nothing. And yet, they listened to her in all her ramblings and oddities.She felt a sore aching fothem now, in this something-ness and in the absence of silence. It was clear she was, in no way, in her element at the moment..She seemed to keep herself there and try with all her might not to bolt as quickly as she could manage. She appeared nervous and qittery. Caedo Angelica was being much unlike herself at the moment, and it was driving her even more crazy than she really was. Which wasn't very crazy in comparison to some of her equine companions. Bones(Better known as Eclipse or Omen) for one heard voices, and would have spells where he would lose it and mutter nonsense and do things he was not in control of. Cayo was much like Eclipse, she just didn't hear the voices nearly as much. Lyra fomerly had split personalities, they now seemed resolved. Lyra's other issues included obssessive compulsive disorder, voices, shcizophrenia, and a plentora of other things.

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As for Caedo, voices plagued her as well, and made her words twisted as she fought against heeding to them. Things she said rarely made sense. Though, what she said next did make some sense, actually it made complete and perfect sense. Nice...to meet you, Silver. Her words were drawn out and ringing, cold and yet warming in some way. Her words rang hollowly in the air. There was nothing in them but letters. No emotion there, and no love there. Just...nothing. The birds chattered pleasantly around them, praising the coming of Spring and the riddence of the cold, deathly Winter they had kept them in hiding. It appeared as if the Winter had kept this gray mare in hiding as well. In a hiding from everything including food and companionship. Her silvered tassels fell in knots and tangles on her neck and hindquarters, and her slate gray body had dust all across it as if she had been layiny down for long periods of time over the course of a few weeks. That was the truth. She could not really remember when her body began to deteriorate. It just began to happen. At one point both she and her now deceased twin, Shattered Dreams, had both been very beautiful marionettes. She had had a lovely stale gray hide, with a good layer of muscle under it, ribs not visible, and deep, lucid eyes. Her mane and tail had once been silky instead of natty and knotted. Then, she began to resent the thigns it took to stay that way. No, wait...She had come to resent something else at first. It was her sister, Shattered. They looked the same, and yet she was the one to aquire a mate. Worse yet, Caedo had taken a liking to the mate, Aryo, at one point before he had met her sister. It made her so made. Her and Shattered were exactly the same! And yet, ecveryone so liked, so loved and adored, Shattered. She was like the sultry cheerleader with the struty legs and long eyelashes. Every loved and hated her. Caedo in the school of life was more like the loner in the back of the class, the sadistic child who enjoyed ripping up barbies. Then, she began to resent what it took to look like her sister. Eating and running so much. She hated eating soon. Chewing, grinding the food in her teeth, and then the swallowing...she hated it so completely and totally!

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Status:Finished
Lyrics:Born for This by Paramore
Character(s):Caedo Angelica
Notes: Hehehhe...this shall be fun.