good GOD, your coming up with [ r e a s o n s ] ;;

[Phoenix]

who's to know if your ;;
;; SOUL WILL FADE AT ALL
simple sin by the title of ;;
--- touma

faking it all for the length of ;;
--- six years

plotting with other sinners of the ;;
--- male persuasion

pledging a loose allegiance to ;;
--- noche's death call canyon

paused on the road to rule the world at ;;
--- lead stallion


the one you sold ;;
;; TO FOOL THE WORLD
the picture of innocence is found as ;;
--- Touma is a quarter horse cross, though no one is entirely sure what he is crossed with, even himself. He's short, though, standing at a mere 14.3 hands high. This doesn't hinder him in anyway, though, for he uses mind games, not physical advantages. His coat is that of a strawberry roan, though he is purely chestnut on his head and lower legs. His mane and tail are a darker brown, with no white hairs to continue on the roaning. He has a darker stripe down his back, as well as two socks on his hind legs. His face is accented by a star, stripe and snip.

known or unknown to you, he will be ;;
--- He can be quite adorable, when he wants to be. He's small for his breed, and this along with his looks help him weave his way into the center of your heart. Once there, he sets to work, though, by tearing you apart from the inside. Little by little, he will ruin your life, and you will never know it was him. He may seem innocent, but there is absolutely no chance of that being true. So far, no one has even touched his memory. Those who he meets and destroys have no names to him, not after he is done, anyway. However, maybe he will change. You will have to pray hard, though. The chance is just that slim.


you lost your self-esteem ;;
;; ALONG THE WAY, YEAH
living a life of sin ;;
--- It was late in the day, the sun inching closer and closer to the horizon, already touching the tips of the trees. It wasn't chilly, though, just a little bit cool. It didn't bother the roan stud that stood among the trees. He was simply enjoying the left over warmth in the dapples of sunlight that reached through the leaves, his tail swishing lazily to chase away the few flies there were, and his ears twitching slightly.

---That was one bad habit he had, the ear twitching. He had to actually think about it to make it stop, and when his mind was working on his schemes, if he wasn't careful, the right one would go out of control, practically vibrating. But right now, his mind was hardly working at all, so it stayed fairly still, though not entirely.

--- A slightly evil curve was visible at the corners of his pleased smile. He'd just recently taken yet another victim, and this one had been so satisfying. She'd tried so hard to scream for help through the blood. No sound had ever come out, he made sure of it, but she had tried. He stopped himself from laughing at the image, still clear in his mind. He couldn't even remember her name anymore, but it didn't matter. His smile faded, though, as he realized he'd now become bored. It was time to find another victim.

--- His weight shifted, the grass rustling a bit at his feet, and then he sighed. It could wait until tomorrow, though, really. His eyelids closed halfway as a genuine nicker escaped his throat. For now, the tiny stallion was happy to just stand here.


good god, you're coming ;;
;; UP WITH REASONS
just his conscience ;;
--- Phoenix

the living prototypes ;;
--- mordecai

expect to find him ;;
--- daily, most the time

in your dying breath, whisper ;;
--- time for kick-ass Touma to show up as a horse, instead of a cat. Beware.

[Phoenix]

Accepted.
He has been gifted with the power of fire from Pyron.

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