JAR OF HEARTS.

[★SPACED]

YOU'RE GONNA CATCH A COLD,
FROM THE ICE INSIDE YOUR SOUL.

He didn't often leave the Islands - the manifestation of cruelty inside of him was fed far too well upon those pearly white shores. Today though, the King of Jungle Rock ventured from his rocky castle and blessed the world with his effervescent mood and his delectable grace. The torpid summer air filled his lungs as he moved, a vision in blue velvet, his bone white teeth caught in a grin (a thing that set terror alight in those whom knew him). He was no spider, like his malicious, delicious sister. He was a shark, swimming through the heat of summer in silent beauty, both terrifying and incredible. He wanted to taste blood, horror, gore - and he wanted it all outside of his Jungle Kingdom. 

He had many enemies outside of his Kingdom, but there were also many that did not know him for who he was - that had heard only his name, and had not been blessed with the sharp cut suit he wore for skin. He was no barbarian though, despite the filthy rumours that had been spread. His killing was precise - beautiful in it's effortlessness, but his joy came from a more profound corner of the brain - the fear. A glamorous addiction to a most wonderful emotion, killing just happened to be a side effect that need not happen if he did not decide it. Yet.. Mags did enjoy her gore, and Schindler himself could not deny that he found the colour of crimson particularly stunning.

Here he was then, King, nay God, amongst mere mortals. Growing more and more bored by the second.

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Lolita looked down into the rapidly moving water of the river, and was wondering what she was doing here. Sure, she had wanted to get away from her mother, but perhaps this was going a bit far. One wrong move and she could fall into the water. And likely there wouldn't be a chance for her to get back out. She was strong, but she was still young and knew that she wasn't strong enough to fight the dangerous waters below.

She shook herself, her black and white mane falling to both sides of her neck as a result. Her white head kept getting sprayed with water, which only darkened the black parts of her pelt. Her grey blue eyes, eyes she had inherited more from her father than from her mother, watched the waters below in trepidation. Then she turned and moved further up the slight hill bordering the river. No need to take and unwarranted chances, Lolita thought to herself.

Scarcely had she gotten to a level piece of ground when she noticed another horse in the area. A stallion, he was a blue roan than walked with purpose and grace. She perked her ears in his direction, watching him for a while. He was hardly the type of stallion whose attention you wanted to attract. But nonetheless Lolita found herself wanting to call out to him. He was intriguing, and she wanted to know more about this mysterious stallion.

She trotted towards him, her head high and her tail up like a banner of black and white streaming behind her. She was curious, but she wanted to make a good impression anyway. When she was a few feet from him, she called out. "Hello there. Who might you be?" She asked in a melodious voice, typical of youth.