The Legend

It is true that a heartbreak can truly change a person, but is it true to someone who can take away your breath? Seductive, alluring, flattering, desirable, charming, enchanting, handsome and tempting are all the characteristics of a lone stallion... though his mind and soul are otherwise. Legend has it that he roams nearby other equines, just watching, observing, waiting and keeping his distance.

Introduction

You stagger forward, your lips parched and your stomach growling. You had been wandering for days, and this was the first time you had come to this part of the forest. It was dark and dense, putting you at unease. It sent shivers down your spine, and made your hairs stand on end.
Every little movement and sound startles you and sets you on the defense. Your eyes scanning the grounds, you are taken aback by the sight of a raven hovering just mere centimeters before you. You fall down, your eyes widen with shock and surprise.
The raven flaps closer to you before landing on your chest. You make a move to get up, but some invisible force holds you down. The raven begins to strut across your chest, its beady eyes occassionally glancing at you.
You regard it oddly. "What is this place? When you fall you can't get up, and ravens randomly land on you?" you mutter coarsely to yourself.
It seems perturbed by this. "Ravens randomly land on you?" the raven croaks in English.
Your eyes widen. "Y-you can talk?" you stutter.
It seems to glare at you. "What a stupid question. Am I or am I not conversing with you? Tell me, what is your name, if it is not too much of a burden and if I am not too rude," the raven counters.
You swallow, looking at the raven confused. "M-my name is guest.
It nods slowly. "Well then, guest, it seems as though you've stumbled upon the darker side of the forest. And by the bye, my name is Breath," the raven replied, motioning its wing to your surroundings.
You blink a couple of times before figuring out what to say. "So why is a raven talking to me?" you inquire.
The raven chuckles. "You think I'd be stupid enough to approach you in my actual form?" It started strutting along your chest again.
You're slightly bothered by this. "But would it not be better for me to fully see you?" you inquire.
Breath grumbles something, then glares at you before lifting off of your chest. With a screech, the raven disappeared into the forest, leaving you alone.
Your eyes widen. "Wait!" you cry, but to no avail.
You lay down, still unable to move until you hear something approaching. You go to look, and surprisingly you can sit upright. Your eyes come face-to-face with a pair of cold, ice blue eyes. You cry out, and the head snaps upwards.
The white stallion before you eyes you coldly. "Why do you ask to see my real form, then cry out?" he inquired.
You look him over. He is almost purely white, except for black stockings, red scars on his back and a black crescent moon on his right hindquarter. There are bandages on his face just a bit above his nose. His horn is silver, and his mane and tail are a dark grey with white tips. His right foreleg's hoof is dark brown, and his other front hoof is dark grey, just like his mane and tail. His hind hooves are silver, and all in all, he's stunning, and takes your breath away for a split second.
He glares at you for a second before tossing his head. "Now, guest, are you lost?" he questions.
You nod slowly.
He nods as well. "Well, then, come along. You'd better get out of here," he answered urgently before nudging you to your feet, the invisible force now completely gone.
He turns and starts walking away, and you follow him. "Could you tell me more about you?" you ask him politely.
He glances behind him at you, his strides never faltering. After a short while he looks ahead of him. "Why not; to pass the time," he replied.

Facts

|¤» Name: Take The Breath
|¤» Alias: Breath
|¤» Translation: Difficult
|¤» Language: English
|¤» Accent: None
|¤» Birthday: December 14
|¤» Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
|¤» Birthstone: Topaz
|¤» Current Mood: Desolate
|¤» Species: Equine/Uni
|¤» Brush: None
|¤» Gender: Male
|¤» Age: Four
|¤» Vitals: Alive
|¤» Pelt: White
|¤» Eyes: Ice Blue
|¤» Height: 15.1 hands
|¤» Weight: 773 lbs.
|¤» Figure: Muscular, thin, attractive, medium
|¤» Markings: Black crescent moon on right hindquarter, white tipped mane and tail, black stockings
|¤» Accessories: Bandages wrapped on face
|¤» Personality: Desolate, Untrusting, Undaunting, Lonely, Careful, Enchanting

|¤» Guardian: Burnt Out Souls
|¤» Father: Deceased
|¤» Mother: Deceased
|¤» Siblings: None
|¤» Temptor: None
|¤» Love: None
|¤» Together Since: ...
|¤» Foals: None
|¤» Best Friend: None
|¤» Friends: Larysa
|¤» Enemies: Tanre
|¤» Herd: None
|¤» Ranking: ...
|¤» Quote: And as I sit here wondering what I did wrong, and watch the blood fall to the ground, I realize just a moment to late that it was all your fault... not mine
|¤» Power: Telepathy, telekinesis, psychic (able to read minds, see the future, see the present, see the past, feel others emotions), ability to control lesser animals
|¤» Traits: Scars on back
|¤» Breed: Unknown
|¤» Desire: To seek vengeance

|¤» Level: 1
|¤» Height: 119 cms.
|¤» Weight: 97 lbs.
|¤» Strength: 8
|¤» Defence: 9
|¤» Speed: 7
|¤» Health: 7/7
|¤» Intelligence: 12

Prophecy

You can never know
Much much it hurts
When the one you loved
Left so brief and curt
Heartache and misery
Are eating him alive
And he's closing his eyes
On the count of five
He'll take your breath away
Though he doesn't mean to do this
And when he dies
Will he be the one missed

History

We stand alone in the fight against the world. There's no one to fight beside us but ourselves.

Chapter One
Breath

On a dark night, a pure white mare lay in a field, a large black stallion standing guard over her. The mare was beautiful, with a dark grey mane and dark grey hooves, while the stallion was gorgeous, his hind hooves silver while his front hooves were black, and there were white streaks in his mane. The stallion and mare nuzzled each other lovingly before the mare laid her head back down on the springy grass.
Her eyes closed. The time had come.
Her breathing grew rapid, and she began to perspire. The stallion nickered softly to her, his ice blue eyes filled with concern. He lowered himself to lie beside her, his silver horn glittering in the moonlight. Slowly a white head appeared, followed by a small body until the foal was completely out.
The mother lifted her head slowly at the sound of the foal's squeak and she began to lick her child lovingly to clean him. His messy dark grey forelock lay covering his ice blue eyes, which had slits for pupils. He had black stockings on his legs, and a black crescent shaped moon on his right hindquarter, and his ears were tipped in black, but other than that he was pure white like his mother.
The father rose sharply, stepping softly and carefully towards his colt. He lowered his nose to sniff him, only to have his son lick his nose. He snorted in shock and jerked his head upwards, surprise evident in his eyes.
The mare giggled softly. "He's gorgeous," she whispered.
The stallion nodded. "Aye, indeed he is. Wonderful job, my love!" the stallion agreed fully.
The mare smiled. "And just looking at him, he takes my breath away," the mare continued.
He is quite dashing indeed.
What shall we name him?" The mare looked up at her mate, her pale blue eyes questioning.
What do you think would suit him?
Breath," the mare breathed.
Because he takes away your breath?" the stallion inquired.
Yes.
But is that all? Everyone else has longer names than one word," the stallion murmured, looking puzzled.
What if you choose, love?
The stallion thought hard for a moment before nuzzling his colt. "What of 'Take The Breath,' since he takes away your breath?" he suggested.
Wonderful!
You like it?
Like it? I love it!" the mare cried enthusiastically.
Then his name shall be Take The Breath, and Breath as his alias," the stallion declared.

There is joy in life, but when there is joy, there is always pain. It's unavoidable...

Chapter Two
You don't know me...

It was unfair, and yet no one did anything. It was humiliating, and yet no one seemed to care. Breath stood alone in one corner of the pasture. The other colts were huddled as far away from him as they could.
The white colt's head hung low, and his ice blue eyes watched solemnly the equines that passed by him. He saw no reason for himself to get made fun of, and yet it was constant, never ceasing, only increasing each day. It hurt so bad, that at times he wanted to die.
Just because he was the only one with powers didn't mean that he should be an outcast. Only his parents ever paid him any mind, and normally they were working, and they were in another field.
The gate opened, and he looked up sharply to see a rancher walk inside. He flattened his ears upon seeing him walk up to him, but upon seeing the knife, whip and gun strapped to the rancher's belt, he did no more.
He let the much too tight chain halter slip on and dig into his skin. He let the chains wrap around his neck and chest, digging deep into his flesh. It hurt, and yet he didn't dare complain.
Meek and dejected, he followed the rancher from the rope that was attached to his halter. He glanced at the colts one last time before preparing himself for work.

He was lathered in sweat, and yet he was still forced to go. He couldn't remember how long he had been working, but he knew it was long. He hadn't eaten or drinken anything since working, and he knew that until he finished, he wasn't getting anything, and so he pushed himself harder.
Eventually he became so weak from not eating and drinking that he collapsed from overwork. He was panting hard, and yet the rancher watching him didn't even seem to care. He strode up to him, starting yelling at him, then began to whip him cruelly on his back. Wincing, he struggled upwards, biting his bottom lip. Blood was already running down his face and chest, and now it was pouring down his back from the three, deep gashes the rancher had created on his back. (To be continued)

Love

Ah, the pain this emotion has caused me... I will speak of it no more. Let us be on our way... quickly.

Can I ever start breathing again, has my heart stopped beating forever? Trapped in a nightmare I can't escape... So this is death.

Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out
Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out
Standing on the rooftops
Everybody scream your heart out
This is all we got now
Everybody scream your heart out

Journal

Friends

Larysa - Believe it or not, this mare is actually kind to me, even after I tried to kill her (under the influence of Starstruck, of course). She is determined to help me, and offered me shelter when she found me wandering. Though I have yet to come to trust her, she seems nice enough, and I can relate to her... in one way, at least.

Rivals

Tanre - Hah, what a pathetic little child! Doesn't know what she's doing around me. Acts like she knows me, when she knows absolutely nothing. If I could, I would rip her to pieces, but BOS and Surrender would never let me do that... so I must make do with her alive. Pathetic creature that doesn't deserve to live... She doesn't understand anything about demons and the Underworld, of Satan and the pain I go through every day. She'll understand some time. And she even thinks that she can take me down. I'd like to see the day when that happens. She wouldn't even be able to scratch me. I've been training and fighting almost all my life!

Give it a rest, child! -slap-
Better off to tell him to shut up, BOS.
Tell him yourself, Surrender.
Go away, idiots. Pathetic mortals... -scowls-

Family

My family died in a fire. I'm all alone.

Pain

While the young play, I grieve. I grieve for those whose lives are lost, I grieve for myself, and I grieve for my numbness. Ah, yes, the numbness that saved me from this pain. Now gone, leaving me open and vulnerable.
Is there no escape in this world. Am I only here to serve one purpose - to serve Him, the creator of darkness. Or is there something more for me? Why is there pain in this world? Why is it that joy wouldn't feel so good if it weren't for pain? Do we live to die? Is that why we are here?
There's just too many unanswered questions. Demons are real. Pain is real. Many things are real. And yet we cannot understand anything. We do not know why things are real. We do not know why we feel emotions.
Monsters. They create pain. They hold darkness. There is no light within. They're cruel, unforgiving creatures. They're just like me. I should know. Because these monsters aren't my dreams you see; these monsters are my reality. And there's just no escape...
I'm trapped in my own nightmare that I built myself.

Broken

In this world, nothing is whole. It's all broken. This world is filled with many broken things. That includes me. I'm broken, bleeding and yet the pain never goes away. There is no such thing as wishes coming true, or even miracles. If there was, I wouldn't be in pain, would I; I wouldn't even be broken. I'd be normal. Not whole, yet not broken. At least, not yet.
I want to be myself, I want to be normal. And yet every living second, they break me down. They cause me internal pain, a pain that never ceases, never lessens. It increases though, each day it hurts more. I just want it to stop, I just want to run away from my problems. If only I could leave my problems behind me.
But no matter how far, or how fast you run, your past will always catch up to you. There's no avoiding your pain. You're alone in the battle against the world, and there's no stopping it. There's no wishes.
When you wish, you only get broken down. And that's something that I don't want again. I'm too hurt and broken to be hurt again. I'll die if I am.

Loves/Loathes

• l o v e s • · flying · friends · friendship · loyalty · life · breath · birds · animals

• l o a t h e s • · Satan · thieves · broken hearts · enemies · love · death · killing · life

Toy Box

None.

Fan Art

None.

Wall of Shame

Here is where I (Burnt Out Souls) will put up anyone who dares to steal anything from this page, whether it be HTML or even Breath's design. I will warn you that once you steal from here, even if you send an apology, your offence will never be stricken, although your name may be removed.

No one has committed theft from this page. Let's keep it that way.

F.A.Q.

Q: Can my pet be Breath's mate?
A: Perhaps, although we'd have to roleplay first, and they'd have to become friends first. Besides, your pet would have to gain Breath's trust first, and even then I won't guarantee he'll like your pet.

Q: Can my pet be Breath's friend?
A: If Breath can learn to trust them, then most definitely. Of course, we'd have to roleplay first.

Q: Can (insert pet name here) roleplay with Take_The_Breath/Breath?
A: Possibly. If his roleplay section says open, and you're not going to use an anthro form, then yes, as long as your pet is appealing.

Q: How do I know if my pet's appealing?
A: Well, your pet must be unique, for starters. No stealing any ideas from someone else. Your pet also has to have a personality that could match up with Breath's, or else he probably won't like your pet. And your pet has to have a web page that is at least 70% complete so that I can read up on how literate you are, and if it's worth it to roleplay.

Q: How literate do I have to be to roleplay with you?
A: Well, you have to at least be semi-literate. This means that you use no chatspeak and such because I do not understand chatspeak very well. It's hard enough roleplaying with people who have poor spelling and/or grammar.

Q: (Insert name here) is carrying Breath's foals! That means they're mates, now, right?!
A: o.O
No. If we've never roleplayed before, how could he have mated with (insert name here)? And even if we have roleplayed, if he doesn't even like your pet, then he wouldn't have mated with them.

Q: Can I lyke b ur nf? 111
A: Umm... -looks in chatspeak dictionary- AH! Lyke, totally! 11

Q: Relly? 11
A: No. -.-

Q: Can I copy the prophecy?
A: No. I made it up, and if you want one so bad, then you should make one yourself... or if you ask nicely, I might make one for you.

Q: Can my uni/equine take away someone's breath, then take away their soul?
A: You may not. This was my idea, and not yours, so please respect that and do not steal it. Theft is against the law, and is not cool.

Q: Can I copy having my uni/equine live on a ranch where they are whipped, et cetera?
A: Again, you may not do such a thing. It is my idea and my plot for Breath's story. Please think of your own ideas and plots, since stealing is against the law.

Q: Can I copy his design?
A: Again, this is theft, so please do not. Breath's design is © I, Burnt Out Souls. If you do so, I will hunt you down. Rawr.

Q: Can (insert name here) be Breath's sibling?
A: Possibly. If they were older than him, and they had the traits of black and white parents, then perhaps. You wouldn't be able to use my storyline, though.

Q: Can I copy the music?
A: Please do not do so. So far Breath is the only neopet in Neopia that has this song on his web page, and I would like to keep it that way for as long as I can. Thank you.

Q: Can I copy your pictures?
A: Please do not. I spend time and effort drawing my pictures, and I don't want to be ripped off of my effort.

Q: Can I borrow/steal your art?
A: Well, that's a stupid question. Should you not know that I will refuse?

Q: Can I draw a picture of Breath?
A: Why, of course! You don't have to ask! I love fan art!

Q: Can I use the HTML?
A: No. It is mine and mine only.

Q: Can you teach me HTML/how to draw?
A: Drawing is too hard to teach over the internet, and if you want HTML/CSS coding, go to here.

Q: So-and-so stole from you.
A: Oh dear, that's not very nice, now is it. Thank you for telling me, and I shall deal with this is an appropriate manner. And you shall remain anonymous.

Q: Will you make something for me?
A: Dependable on who you are and such.

Awards

None.

Farewell

Coming soon.

<a href="http://neopets.com/~Take_The_Breath"><img src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh15/burntoutsouls/Breath.jpg" border="0" alt="So broken..."></a>

Lyrics

This town has its claws
Buried in my neck
This town - it takes lives
Without mercy
Without hate

The streets are in distress
The sun suffocates behind darkened skies

The grass is growing
On top of my feet
I'm sinking
Won't be long
Before I'm too deep to run

The line-up seems endless
Underneath the salvation signs

We are the dead ones
We are the lost souls
We are the bend before the break
Our steps seal our fate

Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts)
From broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope)
Left for these souls (souls)

Every step I take
I leave a small piece
Of myself behind
Soon there will be nothing left

The cracks in the pavement
Match the cracks in their weathered skin

The sky's a brick wall
The ground's a juggernaut
Each day they get a bit closer
Between them I am caught

I stare in amazement
I can't believe this is where I live

Every breath I take
I feel my lungs seal
This breeze feels more like shards of glass
I'm more scar than skin

Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts)
From broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope)
Left for these souls (souls)

Our steps seal fate
Our steps seal fate
This is our celebration
Come join the lost souls
This is our celebration
Come join the lost souls

The city, the city is haunted
Oh, walk with us
Oh, *, walk with us
Because this city, this city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts)
From broken homes (homes)
Because this city, this city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope)
Left for these souls (souls)