.|praying for love|.

[Meg]

[Occ; Yet another dumb charrie...Oh, he is a homophobic..So no gay horseys in this thread. -wink- lol]

Camisado.
The I.V. and your hospital bed.
This was no accident,
This was a therapeutic chain of events.

There was the continous sound of the waves crashing on the moonwashed beach. The sands that were normally golden in the bright sunlight now glowed with white under his hooves. He walked slowly, his mug lowered to the white sands, sniffing and touching this magnificent stuff that was so soft to the touch. A little brushed into his nares and he sneezed. Lifting his skull high, he raised a disgusted hoof to his chest and stared down at the sand. Snorting he stomped at it and turn around, ignoring the slippery and grainy feel that pressed and packed into his hoof, rubbing against the sensitive frog. Staring up at the trees and such, he watched a thin trail of smoke rise from the trees in the moonlight. What the hell? The smell came to his nares; fire. Shaking his skull, he stepped back into the waters. He felt safe in the water, though the flames wouldn't come onto the long stretch of beach. He would be safe here.

Looking out umong the waves, in the distance he saw an island that was lite up with the moonlight. He smiled softly at it's beauty, but he wouldn't go there. He looked down at the sand and saw the hoofprints that lead out to the water's edge and vanished. There were many horses that were going there. Stupid creatures, they would overflood the island if too many go. He watched the waves rise and fall for a moment longer before turning back to the mainlands sands. Looking around, his auds swiveled on his tall skull. (There we go, something interesting to fill up this small space!)

He was a mutt. Some sort of a draft cross breed. He couldn't be called "mostly" something. He was a mutt. Period. His coat was a muddy cross between a red roan and something else. His long, rather thick tressels and tail was a flea bitten red that stood out as much as his muddy coat. His eyes were the typical ebon color that was normal in most horses. I mean, he wasn't anything really interesting and cool. Just a plain horse. With a fear. Homosexuals. He feared them, not hated them. He was terrified of a homo. If one tried to "rub" up on him, which he had happen, he would freak out and go nutso. Otherwise he was a prefectly fine..."mutt".

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor.
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital.
And it's not so pleasant,
And it's not so conventional.
And it sure as hell ain't normal,
But we deal, we deal..

[Crow'sia]

OOC; Rambly. Zoal's been traumatized. XD Accursed Thebis!

IC;

Zoal hadn’t stopped running all day; in fact if he could see properly when the sun went down he may have carried on this campaign. As it were however, when night fell the stallion found that in his current state, adrenaline rushing through his veins like the fire he fled, Zoal could not concentrate enough to see using his other senses. Lucky he was yet to careen right into a tree.

Breathing heavily he walked carefully along what he know realized was the soft sand of a beach. The moon washed grains slid in and out of his hooves and across his ankles leaving a cool sensation afterwards. Coming to his senses the horse turned his head and listened to the gentle folds of waves making contact with the shore and solemnly paced over until they teased his legs. Continuing Zoal moved further in a feeling of release coming over him as though everything were being washed away. His body was scarcely blemished of course, although a few blisters where fur and fused with flesh branded his sides and neck, dark patches that saw his mane tattered and left a sticky residue. But the water would wash all of this away.

The horror which had originally enticed him seemed eras away now, and worlds apart. He couldn’t comprehend the sheer desperation that must have gone through the other stallion’s mind as fire devoured him and as what was probably a friend tried and failed to offer aide. What must that be like? The realization you were about to die? And for her? To know she’d failed to save a friend, or perhaps just another animal. In seconds that seemed almost like hours, there had seemed to be a chance, the opportunity to save him, until the tree came crashing down like heat to gunpowder. Had he died instantly? Been crushed on impact?

In any event Zoal figured that was no way to leave the world behind. The after shock of the plant falling didn’t only effect the unfortunate soul it landed on though, the shower of sparks caught Zoal as well; which led him here, running off of chemicals which would otherwise lay dormant. Or so this was what he would later claim if ever asked. Rather traumatized by what he’d both seen and heard, perhaps he could just sink into the water and sleep. Yes that was what he needed…

Jumping skyward abruptly, Zoal quickly moved so that he could lie in the cold liquid but still have his head safely above the splash of the waves. Just let it leave your mind. It’s not the fret over; remembering gives you no lessons. Let it leave you mind. That wasn’t another stallion was it? Or was his mind playing tricks on him. With all these other footprints leading to the water and along the beach, perhaps he was staring at a fallen tree. Too many scents still clung in the air; it was hard to tell.

[Meg]

Camisado.
Can't take the kid from the fight,
take the fight from the kid.
Sit back, relax...
Sit back, relapse again.

A horse, nay, a stallion came galloping in from the midnight horizen. Camisado jumped back into the waves at the speed this horse came running in. "Holy shit!" he cried out in his mind, the surprise from the attack in the night made his swish his tail up and down, and his teeth gritted in nervousness. Staring with hollow eyes at the steed that nearly trampled him and continued down the shore until he finally jumped in the waters and laid down. Camisado shook his boa from side to side, his long flea bitten red tressels falling on each side of his whitish muddy coat. Lowering his dial, he licked his lips and stared at the figure in the moonlight of the waves. A quivering snort was driven from his nares and released into the night with cold baratones. "Jerk."

Camisado flipped his tressels to the other side of his powerful shire boa and took a step towards the steed that laid in the waters. Should he approach him and talk to the steed and ask him if he knew that he nearly ran over Camisado? Or should he just stroll away and leave the matter unsettled? No one would ever notice what happened except for Camisado. I mean, it wasn't that big of a deal. But in Camisado's mind, it was a mountain that was already made out of a mole hill. "How dare he!?" He thought. But yet, he was still confused on whether he should approach the stag. Slowly he began to pace back and forth on the beach, the sands sticking to his feet as he wondered what he should do. Finally, the answer came into his thick skull; This stag needed to learn some manners!

Marching up to the steed that laid in the waters, cooling off from what seemed a horrible experience (it must have been from the look on his face) Camisado stomped his foot in the water by the steed's face, splashing water up in his face and neck. Staring coldly down at the steed, and then suddenly, like cold water running down his back, he shivered and stood straight up. A pleasent smile appeared on his face, and he nickered quietly."Hello." Camisado took a moment and noted the look of...what was it? Um, suffering? Yes, perhaps, on the steeds face. "Someone die?" He asked curiously. A small laugh rumbling from his chest as he asked, he was trying to be friendly. All intentions of telling off the stag for nearly running him over vanished from his mind.

You're a regular decorated emergency,
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake.
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame.
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again.

[Crow'sia]

The water was refreshing; unfortunately it was still yet to give the stallion and real release. The burden of recent events would still weigh heavily upon him even when the water did not. The bottom of his neck and chin were stroked softly by the caress of the ocean now and his body sunk into the wet sand; although he couldn’t drown, Zoal felt an uneasily prick when he considered falling asleep. He was just depressed, in a funk; it would pass eventually, how about now.

He never would have noticed this intruder, this ‘log’, invading is solitude, his angst, his absolute contempt and gratitude for life, had he not stomped his foot. Water sprayed into Zoal’s face and he shuddered momentarily realizing his whole body was quivering from the cold anyway. The ‘log’, which in fact turned out to be a horse, probably said something to Zoal; but he took no heed for a long moment. Had he said ‘hello’? It didn’t matter, freezing to death was much more pleasant. "Someone die?" How ironic, someone actually had died. How should he take this? Did he know? Or was he merely joking around. Zoal raised his head tentatively, gazing up at the light bodice of a stallion who in the moonlight beamed down at him.

“You might say that,” he said rather casually, tilting his head to the side to a brief moment. “Don’t think I’ll ever actually know.” Smiling, a look of condescension, but amusement and pleasure in it, slid over his features and vanished with the next wave. Zoal turned his head, shifting his position but still did not rise. He studied the water as if hypnotized. “You should join them, what fun we could have,” he muttered gently under his breath taking another look at this stranger as he waited for a reply.

[Meg]

Camisado.
Prescribed pills,
To offset the shakes.
To offset the pills,
You know you should take...
It a day at a time.

Camisado clocked his skull to the side; "You might say that.” What the fuck did that mean? Oh, yes.. Someone may have died..But you don't know. “You should join them, what fun we could have.” This stag is messed up. Maybe the cold from the water is making his mind a little foggy. With a snort the drove from his nares, he stepped back; thinking about leaving this distressed stag to his...strangness. Camisado turned around, his thin tail whipped up and slapped his flanks and he began to walk away, but then he figured, "Why walk away? This stag could provide a rather nice conversation, in the cold sea water." Turning back, Camisado strolled into the waves, and with his own little wave that washed over the other stag, he laid in the water beside him. The coolness of the waves felt good, but he didn't know what to say know. Did this stag want him dead? Or was it just an interesting conversation starter?

He looked curiously at the other stag for a while, just looking at him. He took note of the sienged hair and burnt mane that hung unevenly on his neck. Camisado's ebon orbs glanced over the stag for a moment longer before looking him in face. His eyes glazed slightly, not focused on the steed, yet just out in space. Unblinkingly, he sat there, just looking out into the seas waves, the sound of the crash upon the beach echoing in his ears, which flickered occastionally on his broad skull. After what seemed five to ten mintues of silence, he closed his eyes. It was like he had been through a terrible experience, but in reality; he had never been through a terrible experience. With a soft rumble that quaked in the waters, he opened his eyes and finally focused in on the other steed. His eyes widened slightly, and he jerked back in surprise; almost like he forgot the steed was there... Waiting a response from his jaws. He began to slightly panic, the waves crashing on his bodice as he forgot that he was in the waves. Standing up, he lifted his skull to the moonlit sky and a full scream (or whinny if you want to call it that) rambled out of his chest as he walked with his tail high and dripping.

Shaking himself, rainbow droplets caught the moonlight as they flew themselves from his body. Standing there and looking trembly distressed, he gazed at the steed, trying to remember how he had gotten in the waves, and how he had come in counter with the steed. Clocking his skull once more to the side, he remembered finally. "Aw, yes. Conversation..." He thought silently. “You should join them, what fun we could have....” "We could only have fun if you joined me, but then again; if your dead, your dead. There is nothing more of life... or of this 'fun' you speak of." Camisado said damn near silently, only the soft cricket and croak of a frog in the night masked the sound that came from his lips, but they were audible all at the same. With a soft chuckle, he reached down and rubbed his skull on his leg. Standing tall, a soft grin was tacked on his very mug."We could all just die, and then there would be no need to have fun anymore. Hell, there would be no need for life period. Right?" He said softly, his deep voice rumbling in the night's cool air and the white fog that fell from his lips dance in the moonlight. He chuckled amusingly to himself for a while longer while he now waited for a reasponse.

That's when you stutter something profound
To the support on the line.
And with the way you've been talking,
Every word gets you a step closer to hell.

[Crow'sia]

OOC; Sorry for the delay, and ew, the cruddiness. It doesn't open the floor for anything to continue. x.x I am stretched so far with school and work I could shoot myself (in fantasy land I could anyway). Fwaa, can't make ecuses. Eh, no floods for us. This predates it, whoot!

This stallion was just as odd as Zoal, if not more, and he wasn’t even toiling with what his mind would now choose to think and chose to erase. Perhaps it were a defense mechanism and closing his eyes, the four year old rose to his feet as water droplets came from this strange companion who cleared the fluid as well. Zoal hadn’t realized how horribly cold he was. His body took in a short convulsion as water slid to the ground and lashed at his legs when he moved wobbling out of the water. Energy was positively sapped from his body in the cold night; when would day come?

Zoal turned his ears to reply to this stallion, who while he spoke, seemed occupied with his leg. To die, it was almost a challenge. He inclined his head but not to see, to give the illusion of sight and manners. Truthfully Zoal didn’t much care for the opinions of others, he cared for his opinions of them. How many more fools would he have to observe! These animals were playthings; with one exception, they had minds. “Hmm. Yeah. No fun being dead, no fun bein’ dead,” he mumbled again, thinking to himself, “Better to cause it though.”. Zoal laughed very tersely, a single ‘ha’ that had no echo and faded quickly. “So, do you have a name then?”

[Meg]

[Occ; /Closed/ because I was gay and couldn't remember to post..and now I have no muse...Umm...I think....]

[Crow'sia]

OOC; That's okay. I'd be posting in two places at once! XD -Crowy ish a bad little rule breaker- Thought I should post for Esq, since they is new.