SOMETHINGS GOTTA GIVE ,

[Whipster]

"WELCOME TO MY MADHOUSE"

Ivanov loved his island. And always would he stand above the ocean, on his pedestal, overseeing the empire that was to be built. Lately he had spent far more time in his home than on the prowl for innocence and victims; but the spring time was slowly coming, making way for the chance of new life, children, what would complete him. There was no real goodness in him, but he was excited in many ways for children. They were the following of the once God, Ivanov, and his grandfathers before him, Hades and Helios. It was a glorified future, really, the pleasure of raising and molding miniatures clones of himself, for the do good of his lives purpose. 

The red sabine stallion stopped his pondering to look over the rocky shoreline ahead of him, licking his lips in a small calculation to what he could possibly do next. There were many in which Ivanov set his eyes on; girls he wanted to acquire, whores he wanted to correct with his blood. And, of course, the enemies he was in dire ache to injure. But that's how it worked in his mind, an endless ticking of need for sex, power, to pass on the knowledge of his grandfathers and what they preached. Gods were supposed to be immortal beings you held onto closely, where you should have clung to them opposed to shunned. In an instant, Ivanov's mind clouded with thoughts of his bastard father.

He had never been great.

Ivanov would conquer .

Kezz

[Kezz]

GIVE ME SOMETHING.
SEARCH THE PAST FOR REDEMPTION
BROKEN GLASS, NO REFLECTION.
LOST MY WAY, LOST ALL REASON

They had vanished, all, every one; slowly at first, but then all at once so that she did not realise for a while just how alone she truly was. There was no escaping the solitude now, not even when she was surrounded by faces and no matter how much she saturated her time with mundane chitchat, pointless idle conversations with strangers and acquaintances alike, Wisteria simply couldn't shake the loneliness. To her, family had been the beating heart of this strange, terrifying and yet beautiful universe. Kuuna had been the first; though perhaps she should have expected that. One evening he simply did not come home. Kiara followed soon after, slipping away into the shadows. And finally Arian; his desertion had hurt most of all. The spotted girl missed his grey eyes and the gravitas in his rumbling unpolished voice. She longed for the petty squabbling between her parents. Everything! - she missed everything. But now the people she loved lived only in her nostalgia; in her memories. 

Wisteria did not usually travel this far. But since she had left home (she couldn't stay in the forest a moment longer - the reminders were too painful) the young woman had begun to roam farther astray. She'd heard the tales of the islands; the horror stories. Kuuna's daughter snorted loudly as the terrain began to steepen, her hooves slipping against the wet rock. Aside from her leopard-marked bodice, Wisteria's most striking feature was her height. Milelong legs carried a lean yet svelte figure; the product of beauty and brawn. Her red ringlets bounced energetically as the three year old hopped higher, curling across her face every now and then, catching on her lips, so that she had to frustratedly shake her head. It was exotic here; not the Jungle Rock owned by those tyrants, certainly, but there was certainly something intrinsically enchanting about the crashing foam and the crags which jutted out so ominously.

It was as she finally finished her climb, leveling out onto the higher rockline above the shore, that she saw him. Wisteria froze dead, ice and sable eyes widening shyly as she realised the stranger to her left was a man; an attractive one at that.


Whipster bad ending