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Post by Crow'sia on Nov 1, 2007 20:31:16 GMT -5
MESMERIZE PSYCHRO fear of the cold
Warmer and warmer each day. The sun broke on the horizon, a line of brilliant silver behind miles of pastel; pinks, oranges, and the odd purple, all softly mixing in a solid block of velvety cloud. Mes felt her heart tug towards it and lift violently from her chest. It soared out her throat and over the horizon, far away. Her head was bowed towards the light and the musical chime that came from hundreds of little throats. It was sounds that made her quiver though, rather than relax. With the utmost force she would continually straighten her neck, her nose pointing to the heavens, and shake her head to and fro, snorting and stomping shortly thereafter.
The arid sands, the endless plains and the glaring sun were all memories that spilled from her temples and took flight as black birds. Shrieking quietly, her stomach leaping and falling Mes chased them from her. She would bath in the wind of their flight. Great beasts with rough skin, sharp knobs and many arms served as their perches. She entered the cluster quickly her feet clicking on the ground, weighted by the great chunks each cracked hoof would dig out. The pain made her wince every few paces and sometimes grunt gently. The birds of her mind fled when she arrived again, and Mes, her eye lids popping at the immense darkness and continuing stretch of beasts, slithered around a trunk scraping her body hard against it. With a hiss a shower of grey and brown debris pattered the ground.
On the other side and in a tighter cluster of monsters Mes found her eye line lower and lower. She tensed her muscles and wiggled profusely, then leaned back against the side of the beast, stretching her legs and folding them in the cool musk of soil. She thought of the dead land, and the great rumours of wandering stallions. Unfortunately no fresh odour floated around her, not in the world of equine.
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Post by loulou on Nov 2, 2007 21:39:45 GMT -5
The Gambler
The sun was peaking over the horizon; now showing its upper half. The heat from the rising was soaking vastly into his dark coat. A deep sigh emitted from deep with in his chest; yes, this was much better. He shook his majestic crown in delight. Why had it taken him so long to cross the boarder? This parallel universe was much more inviting, much homier. He broke into a sluggish jog, quite determined to find company. It had been years since the stallion had come across another; he was a little nervous, but excited all the same. Butterflies were flipping about his stomach, flapping around gleefully, egging him on.
He attempted to pick up the sent, but his memory was vague. She shook his head disappointed. He’d have to rely on his keen eye sight, and desperate needs. A grumble emanated from his abdomen; hunger had caught up with him. However he was far to excited to eat, anticipation welled up inside him.
His efforts seemed useless. His prance slowed into that of a trudging walk. He shook his head painfully, he had to find someone. It had been far to long.
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Post by Crow'sia on Nov 3, 2007 15:45:31 GMT -5
MESMERIZE PSYCHRO fear of the cold
Oh, no she was wrong. The pungency that eased by, catching on every branch made Mes snort agitatedly and sneeze in quick succession. Thick like some kind of black ooze, the tang remained for a long time, invading her every pore and each crack of the tree. It forced her to dig her face into the ground, and lie in a most awkward position, her neck craned up and to the side for some time. When at last it was too much though and she felt the wind change Mes straightened up with a crack, tentatively sniffing and searching the grove. Empty?
Like forest and the salt of the water she shadowed the new odour came to her, although she found it rather pleasant. Warm and inviting, not unlike pine or the incredibly rare taste of charcoal, the burning of a fruit tree’s wood. She broke her sight and concentrated. With the scent that was characteristically male came soft vibrations beneath her knees escaping the roaring swoosh within the distance. They came in quick succession at first, and then slower a bit erratic but regaining tempo as each second passed. Flap, flap.
“I hear you,” she shouted, the concentrated softness of a hiss in her voice. She rotated in the direction the vibrations had come from but the line of beasts blocked her vision easily. Letting out a brief sigh, and a shrug, Mes lay her head on a pillow of leafs once more, her right ear plastered to the soil.
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