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how can I SOAR without W I N G S
+| Bright bay flashed through the misty darkness as the femora's pelt caught the light. It was the only light in misty field that filtered through the foggy land. Spider webs glistened with the early morning dew and shone in the reflected light of the bay pelt that belonged to a beautiful femora. An odd reddish light filled the field once more as the femme four-beated into the claiming territory, her hoofs thundering on the unseen ground. She was running her hardest, as per usual, her flank glistening with sweat. How she had come upon this land, she did not know. She went where the winds took her. Her ebon hoofs had carried her to this spot, and she intended to make it her home, though here... it was too open. The large lake was a source of water, yes, but there were no forests for coverage. However, the scent told the bay femme that it was indeed a place where others journeyed often, and if she waited, she would become one of those femmes who live in a herd. If they could tame her wild spirit, that is.
The bay femme slowed to a canter, the slowest gait she would ever slow down to. Her hoofs barely made a sound as she floated to a stop by the side of the lake that reflected the mountains surrounding it, though the outlines of these behemothes were blurred and distorted by the mist hanging below their peaks. Her stocky neck and head lower to the lake to take a sip of the refreshing water. For a moment, in the center of the clear lake, the mist shifted and turned so that it reflected the skies above and she sipped at the clear liquid. It was cold, ice cold, and her whole body shivered. It tasted of starlight, pure, clean, cold. Her body shivered and shook as if from a terrible seizure, but still, she drank deeply, the cold spreading throughout her legs from the tip of her maw to the end of her dark brown whip hanging by her white hocks.
After she had drunk her fill, she raised her crown proudly, her maw shimmering with clear water droplets from her drink. Her whip may have hung lank by her white stockings on her hind pistons, but still, she felt free as if she had sprouted wings from her shoulder. How she wished she could fly, soar not only on the ground, but in the sky. To escape the mist covering the gloomy earth to the sky, where there was always a joyful feeling. When this desire lanced through the bay pelt of the femme, she reared up, forelegs slashing at the sky. From her maw, a whinny of pure pride and rebellious freedom burst out, filling the claiming lands with her strong voice. It echoed around her for a moment, then escaped into the air above the mist, and she dropped down onto all fours and bent down to take another drink. After she had drunk her fill once more, she glanced around, seeking company in the lonely territory. |+
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« Reply #1 on: Sep 15th, 2007, 4:40pm » |
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]All was peaceful about the land as a lone stallion stood intently between two excellently shaded trees. His crimson sonars were alert and fixed upon his crown while his long, muscular apendages stood squarely beneath him. His appearance was quite extraordinary, with a handsome visage and a curious aura about him. Indeed, this stallion was not ordinary. His confidence was sky high and the air about him seemed fixed with power and of protection. His deep eyes were intelligent, oh yes, but they too contained something more... something unexplainable. And as they beheld the form of the vixen whatever belief that he was not to be held respected was swept away.
All at once, he was a creature of motion. His stride covered the ground with ease in audible perfection, while his cranium bobbed comfortably in front of his lean frame. He traveled serenely towards the lake, near enough to the spot where the maiden now stood drinking from the shimmering lake. He moved clearly in a smooth two-beat that never wavered, nor did it falter as he slowed and halted, directly aside the femme and lowered his handsome maw to drink daintily from the lake. It appeared only seconds later that he raised his head, his captivating gaze pointedly fixed upon the fae's.
"How refreshing it is to drink from purity, yet we seem to lack that same purity within our souls." His deep tunes were spoken directly to her, and to her eyes and her mind, rather than her frame. Stallions seemed to have the tendency to inspect a femme for only her body, and thus alone. He, however, choose the femme by her mind, by her spirit, for only then could they handle his true being. But that would be known perhaps later, when she was ready, if she choose it to be so. No femme whom he ever encountered would rely on him for words, for information, they would know. How? Guardian he was of body and soul, Guardian of the Torn he would ever be.
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« Reply #2 on: Sep 15th, 2007, 6:47pm » |
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xx___can YOU see how I SOAR
Her proud dial snapped toward him, violet eyes examining his. Bay auds flicked back and forth uneasily. Being on the run for so long, the femora did not remember how to respond to another 'quine anymore. Her left hind piston stomped the ground, making gray dust fly everywhere, staining the white stocking a light gray. Dancing eagerly in place, she felt her muscles tighten and tense at the lack of movement. Her ebony whip flicked with energy, her whip making thin scratches on her bay flank, drawing the slightest bit of blood. It came rest just by her white hocks, before twitching with energy once more and flicking onto her lithe back. Tossing her dial again, sending obsidian tassels flying, the crimson hued femora pricked her sonars to hear the titan's deep tones. They soothed her, and she felt her muscles relax as they would only after a long run. That was odd, especially since the femora had only just met him. Usually, the femora would prance in place uncontrollably, eager to run and soar upon the earth. Now, she felt confident in her unknown abilities, and she began to gather a response.
"One of the many mars upon the equine soul," the femora replied in neutral tones, her vocals betraying no emotion, though her violet eyes were alight with unspent energy. Even though she hadn't been around others for a while, she still knew her manners. She would not ask for him to do something, especially because the femora saw the way he rose his head in a regal manner, and his gait and structure was obviously of royal blood, so she lowered her dial slightly out of respect. After all, in her old land, she had seen many innocents slain because they had not given the correct respect to those in higher rank than them. A cold feeling settled in the pit of the crimson hued femora's stomach. What if he was one of those titans that demanded respect and attention? The thought sent chills up and down the femora's spine, and she shivered involuntarily, though her eyes betrayed nothing, not even the slightest tremor that made her piston muscles flutter.
"Should I question the purity of your soul?" The question was a bit redundant, especailly since he had just discussed the topic with her. If he was a Shadowed, it would be awfully awkward if he opened up with such a sentence. Not many Shadows would be so polite. And he seemed to be too withdrawn than a sacred, who poured out their soul to any 'quine. So, that left only the Torn. 'Of course you empty brained twit' she cursed herself. 'Why else would he be on Torn territory?' Shaking her head of these dreadful thoughts, she looked at him square in the eye, her violet occuli proud and strong. Hesitation was not in them, and that is what many found interesting about her. She never backed from a challenge and she always followed through on fights. Dial raised high, the bay femora's auds flickered slightly before remaining still high above her dial.
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« Reply #3 on: Sep 16th, 2007, 1:59pm » |
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All the Guardian's senses were fixed pointedly upon the unknown minx. None the more threatening than curious. For honestly, he was not curious. He did not need a femme, he had no herem, all terf of the land of the Torn's were his. Indeed he had made no claim over them, but his life service was strictly promised to those who called themselves souls of the Torn. Therefore there was no reason for him to be here, unless he desired company in his many travels, and this was his exact reasoning. It was so lonely to complete his job, alas he did not seek love, he sought companionship, and companionship alone. Perhaps this fae would suite as his one and only ally, for his trust was minimal to none. Fallon's statuesque facial expression remained the same, even as her banner drew blood from her flanks and she danced in what he considered to be an insecure manner. His whip cord swung methodically behind him, purely to give himself something to do as he awaited a calm and pulled together stature from her, allowing his eyes to be soft and calm in themselves.
"So many burdens to be placed upon a simple being, so many wars to be fought." He said this more to himself than to her, being a deep, thoughtful soul this happened regularly, as he brooded upon things in his wind they had been known to relapse from his maw and be spoken, without his knowledge of doing so. His attention surfaced once more as her energetic tiara dipped to him. His orbs changed suddenly, lacking kindness and sincerity but a distrought look. For one he did not appreciate bowing, to him, this meant they felt beneath him, this would not do. Surely he held himself in the air of which his reputation held him accountable for, yet surely this would not inflict such a reaction from another. That was his youthful, inexperienced thought process from centuries ago, now, he knew better. Perhaps his regal nature was a trait passed on from his sire and dam. Both unique, both in high power, this could be the answer correct? Fallon gave a small smile before his deep, simplistic tunes arose again.
"Bowing is a sign of weakness, a lack of purity in soul as well as in confidence. These are lies spoken about you, what does not become you is to be left behind. Therefore my purity, is not as important as yours." All through his words he moved no more than the continuation of his methodical banner. His limbs remained squarly beneath him and his crown held comfortably before him. His posture was reassuring, confident, yet it lacked... nothing. He was not tall, nor bulky, nor threatening. He was moderate in stature, slim in form, and warm in glance of eye. A lock of his chestnut dreds fell down the middle of his brow and ran along down his face until it fell off a little before the tip of his maw and hung off of it, giving him a youthful, handsome phsyique. His visage was blessed with an ivory blaze directly down the center that caught bits of sunlight as it hid behind his forelock. Yet still his eyes were the most captivating feature he possessed and they met the fire and spirit of hers and spoke a thousand words, a silent conversation, a silent wonder of something more.
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« Reply #4 on: Sep 16th, 2007, 3:29pm » |
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The crimson femme flattened her sonars, pinned on her stocky cran. What was he implying? Did he mean that she was impure? Anger flared within her stomach, and built higher and higher, infusing with a small hint of triumph. So, he was a Torn, like her. But by the way his pistons stood squarely beneath his chestnut frame and the way he held his dial up, the femme knew he was not looking for love. Companionship, perhaps, but definitely not love. A small expression of glee crossed crimson visage before she masked it up once more with the charade of impassiveness. Inside, her stomach jumped and wavered for a moment, oddly, but she realized that all she really needed was a friend, having traveled all over the land in search of a place to stay, without any company. She pawed at the earth with her hoof, dust staining her white sock. The jagged edge of the sock changed rapidly to crimson from ivory, but the dust made the change less noticable, making the sock seem gray instead of ivory.
Her auds, by this time, flicked forward one by one. "Perhaps," she whickered softly, violet optics staring fiercely into his. This was simply to buy time. Her mind had suddenly gone blank, and the melancholy swish of her whip was the only sound she had made after her reply. She could not think of anything to say. After all, she had spent nearly a year alone, and traveling the land. She had not exactly spent that time practicing her vocal talents. Instead, she found herself running and running and running, until she had come upon this beautiful land. And it made her slow down, and realize what she had been missing. Her hind hoof followed suit with her fore hoof, staining the ivory stocking on the piston with dust, crimson dust. Her auds flickered for a moment as she awaited his reply.
ooc;; Sorry about the shortness >< I don't have much muse.
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« Reply #5 on: Sep 16th, 2007, 4:31pm » |
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His crimson sonars twitched audibly as hers pinned against her tiara. They flickered forward and backward, somewhat wondrous of why this emotion had taken over her. She was a Torn like he, they were classified as unpredictable and lost in emotions and feelings. These were quite true statements, these traits were apparent in all, no matter how hard they attempted to put them away. So while only his sonars flickered in response, his mind was rattling off words, words of comfort, of rage, of confidence, of bullying. His eyes relayed a sense of empowerment as he watched her meager and slow transition back to her usual self. He c.ocked his visage slightly, imploring that he did not quite understand how his words were upseting. He thought them quite straight forward, and not a word implied that he had insulted her or called her such a name as a simpleton. Even though he did not mean for his expression to end this way, he looked rather.. well, cute. Curiosity furrowed his brow so that he inspected her thoroughly, all the while, standing firmly and his crown aloft.
"Perhaps I can not offer you a land to reside in, perhaps I can offer you nothing more than companionship. Perhaps... none of that really matters." He bid into her single word with hopeful explination, though he was not quite sure if any of this was relevant. It was meant to draw the conversation further, a way to quicken the tempo of the slackening conversation. He straightened his tiara and let his mahogany orbs fall into a lazy posture that he contained only when his comfort had been won. Thus, she had gained his trust. Her spirit and fire was all the more inviting than his lazy, yet regal eyes. Alas, he finally moved. Though his stature refused to change from regally held and confident, he shifted comfortably, allowing a crick in his hind left flint to straighten before he placed it once more, in it's usually squared posture and surveyed the unknown minx, with a kindling flame in his eye.
ooc- Don't be sorry, it happens to all of us. ^^
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« Reply #6 on: Sep 18th, 2007, 7:00pm » |
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Remember my F L I G H T...
Violet optics glanced at the titan, and the femme allowed her crimson sonars flick back and forth like a flower swaying in the breeze. So, even though the titan had not a land, nor offered her the comfort of a mate, he still wished for her companionship? A small smile rose to her maw, illuminating the femme's unusually stocky visage. Unusually graced, her visage cramped and shivered. Usually, a slight frown was upon her facade, so this made her smile seem forced, unnatural. Perhaps it was because she had frowned for so long, there was no reason for the muscles upon her visage to be used any longer. Her obsidian hind hoof relaxed slightly, the tip of the dagger upon the ground. A small tick in her stocky nape bothered the femora, and she elongated her boa to relieve the soft agony in it. Her dial shook, her tassels flying around her crimson nape. It may have reminded someone of the sun's rays, for the sun chose that moment to shine upon the femme, and illuminated every strand of hair upon her tassels. And now, as she straightened her dial, she glanced at the titan before him.
"So, may I ask for your name?" she asked politely, her hock-kisser flicking around her gray stockings. The ending ebon strands glistened in the mist, light against the obsidian whip. So low did it hang, it made soft markings in the soft river bank, like a pendulem in the sand. Each time the annoying blood-suckers settled upon her flank, she whipped at them with her banner. Sometimes, this left open places upon the sand, and when her whip stopped, there was an intricate design upon the river bank, with lines as thin as the spider webs that glistened in the morning sun after a soft tempest. When the femme rose her fore piston to nip at the annoyances settling there, her violet optics caught sight of the design she had carved into the river bank. It captured her attention for a moment, before focusing it once more upon the stag before her. The way one aud was laid back and the other was pricked high, the way only the crimson femme did, told him that she meant no harm, and that she was eager to speak with him. And, silence issued from the femme's maw as she awaited the stag's response.
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« Reply #7 on: Sep 20th, 2007, 4:53pm » |
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Crimson twin towers were perched precariously upon the crown of the czar, intently listening without deception nor imprefection. His mahogany pools inspected her facial features critically, yet, with a confidence and kindred spirit ridden deep within their captivating depths. He gave a flick of his crimson splashed whip against his powerful hindquarters, splaying the peace between two parisitic flies. His enhanced optics caught the beating of the flies wings and with simply a blink of his eyelids, the appeared frozen in midair, both flies' wings beating slower than normal capacity. He glanced back to her, but only for a moments notice, before he cast his vision toward the heaven's where a flock of geese were honking loudly. Again, another blink and they too appeared frozen in midair. Why he did this, would be quite stupid to explain. For the only possible explination would be for simply, pleasure.
Suddenly, his attention was caught back on to the unknown minx, yet both the flies and the flock remiained frozen in space. Ah, he was hoping they would get to this point, perhaps now was the perfect time, for these simple words would explain everything he had just performed. He gave a regal, sweeping bow with a fixed smirk of mockery, yet enjoyment hidden behind it. "But of course, allow my to introduce myself: I am Equine. Formally known as The Guardian, commonly known as Fallon." He returned from his sweeping bow back to his original stature of czarly poise. The smirk vanished from his handsome maw as he understood the quality of her wishes to converse with him. The smirk was replaced by a sincere smile and once again, both twin towers were perched precariously upon his crown, without deception nor imperfection.
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« Reply #8 on: Sep 20th, 2007, 7:03pm » |
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how will i soar without wings
Crimson hued harks flickered, their tips damp from the mist hovering over the enchantress. Each time the towers 'pon her dial flickered, they spewed a single drop of dew, crystal clear shimmering and sparkling as it caught the meager light in the valley. Her violet optics followed the dew drop's arc to the ground. It soared in a beautiful arch, glittering wonderfully, and came to land with a soft plop 'pon the ground, making the soft, marshy river bank even more so. Soft waves lapped at the femme's raven hued hoofs, and she raised it and stomped down, sending forward splashes that frothed and hissed underneath her obsidian flint. A look of dislike passed over the seductress's visage for a moment. She was simply repulsed by water, and yet, their conversation was so engaging, she had not noticed how close she was to straying into the lake depths. Her hind hock was now soaked, and an uncomfortable clammy feeling overcame her, starting from her ashen stocking to her crown, which began to pound against her skull vexatiously. The crimson femme shook her crown vigorously, to rid herself of the pounding headache occuring in her crown. To keep her thoughts from straying toward the pain happening internally, she concentrated on his words.
"Fallon?" Here, the crimson femme bowed low, humbled that he had even chosen to speak with her. A good, strong name. Your maternal and paternal obviously had their wits about them." The last part of her response was muttered beneath her breath, for she was disgusted by her name. Her maternal, Storm, was driven near crazy by a forcible czar that inflicted bodily harm upon her. And once the crimson femme had been born into the world, Storm abandoned her only flicka, after naming her Echo, for hopes that her last heir would never echo her misfortunes. After that, no equine knew what happened to her. Some say that the czar controlling her mind had killed her, and that her ghost haunts the very daughter that she once had. Echo scoffed, for though she was indeed that equine, she never told any equine what horses she derived from. For all purposes, she wanted to completely forget her birth, her heritage, her ancestry. Everything about her maternal, Storm, and the unnamed stallion that fathered her. The femme swung her dial around and around, tearing the thin cobwebs that strung together her memories. Remembing, finally, her manners, Echo nickered softly, "I am a simple femme whose life purpose is to soar without wing. I am known as the Shadow in the Sky to some, Sky Dreamer to others. However, the dubbance my accursed maternal bestowed upon me is Echo." Her tones were a soft tinkling noise, resembling a flute or the chime of bells, and they softly resounded across the silent lake, echoing for a moment until they disappeared forever, snaking into the czar's crimson towers.
All at once, she noticed the sudden stillness in the air. The birds that flew above seemed... frozen.... The comforting flapping of wings did not sound over the land as they once did. And the flies upon the czar's flank froze, as if an unknown force had stopped them in the midst of thier flight. Her whip flicked uneasily upon her white hocks, and her hoofs hit the earth with unusual unease. Her violet optics gazed at the czar, then the flies settling on his flank, and finally the birds frozen in flight above their dials.
What's happening?
Darkness doesn't mean you can't see. Dare to put a blind over my eyes?
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« Reply #9 on: Oct 1st, 2007, 5:11pm » |
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The soft clear scent of the water rose from it's clear depths to reach the nares of the czar. He breathed in it's refreshing scent and the well-toned muscles that covered his frame, relaxed audibly. Though he had been blatantly aware of the water lapping against his hocks he appeared not to mind it, for truthfully, he did not. It was a soothing comfort, a carress upon his brooding mind and whirling thoughts that would sometimes overwhelm him. Even so as they barely touched him, it was magic flowing throughout him, a stellar shock of delicacy, one that he did not wish to depart with. But the water receeded as the tide drew back even in the tiny pool, and his orbs sought out the face of the vixen and discovered the presence of disgust easily featured there upon it. Fallon gave a small smile, though she appeared not to be, she was a regular little spit-fire in personality. Water was disgusting and thus far she had appeared to be nothing more than one who is rather lost as to what to do with herself. He knew this to be common in femme's of her age, yet, he did not pity her. Many stallion's thought that was what fae's needed, but he dissagreed. Mares were some of the strongest thinkers, the most brilliant at heart, and the purest of souls, they were simply underestimated by their appearance of delicacy.
Fallon studied her face and watched her bow without a change of emotion. Apparently she had not listened to him, yet as did the rest of them. If she wishes for him not to hear her last bit of muttered words, it was an unfortunate claus for her. With enhanced hearing radiace, vision, and the rest of the senses, he never missed a thing, it was to say, and not figuratively, impossible. "They certainly did, and still do for that matter." His penetrating gaze found it's way to the embankment that was soaked with droplets of dew and water. His parents certainly were incredible, the greatest of their age and this time as well. He was indeed, proud to say that he was the only son to the elite's, he took pride in both of them and was in no remorse to say that his heritage fluttered in between both alliances. Fallon had no trouble in being different, he was unique for he did not quite have the capabilities that his sire and dam sustained, but he had other specialities that both of them lacked, something he considered all the better. Something he considered would withstand the falling of time itself, and he would descend with the rest of them.
His attention soared back upon the now known femme, commonly known as Echo. "Your only life purpose, Echo? But on the contrary, you do not truly know what your life purpose is, do you." His last statement was choosen to be spoken as a statement instead of a question. He did not believe that was all she thought was her lifetime sentence. In fact, he couldn't help but let another tiny smile slip back on his handsome face as he gazed at her ethereally. Even he was almost completely unaware of his life sentence. Indeed, he did know of that majority of it, he was The Guardian. He was to protect his alliance from harm, to be their all-powerful leader and to be what they all lacked. This he had not choosen, she had a choice, yet he feared she would let the past get the best of her, and let it haunt her for all eternity. Purity of soul was at stake, and hers was on the line.
The mahogany eyes of the czar glazed over, as though they were cascaded by a vacant mist settling within them, desiring to haze his vision or control what he longed to see. Though his all together ethereal stance did not waver as he gave a slow blink and the wings of the flies perched on his rump began to beat slowly, ever slowly, quicker. You could count how many times their tiny wings fluttered skyward then earthward, repeated several times until finally, the tiny fly took flight in slow motion, bobbing and dancing further away until it was invisible. His glazed pools traveled towards the geese, who began to honk slower than it seemed possible. Their wings began to speed up, until they beat readily against the wind, then they too were gone. It had gone unnoticed that the water near them was steadily becoming a sea of waterdroplets, simply sitting atop it's surface. In all of a sudden, they vanished into the water and the ripples began again. The water flowed softly to and fro, sending a refreshing scent of clean air about them. His eyes returned to formal attire, yet he still held the air of heavenlyness. There was a soft, amber glow radiating off his brilliant hue as his eyes met hers and that little smile returned.
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