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Post by ♥/tiyre on May 29, 2006 16:41:27 GMT -5
Dorian Gray
I wished for perfection
For beauty forever
Now my soul's gone
And you'll pay the price
Tall and muscular, proud and perfect, Dorian Gray - a strange name for the bay stallion - trotted towards the cliff's edge, flints striking the stone of the plateau. Smirk formed on his maw, defiling it's flawlessness, at the scent of the many mares and stallions that had roamed here - and plunged to their deaths. Idiots. The whole lot of them - particularily the mares. Never had he found a smart one. Dogs, chipmunks, spiders were smarter than them. A blade of grass was smarter than mares, and most stallions.
Did he, this strangely named stallion, sell his soul to become this way? Perhaps. But he, the faultless Dorian Gray, would tell no one but those very close to him. And would he have any close to him? Of course not. Elegant, sophisticated, and ever so slightly – on a good day – egotistical, Dorian wasn’t one you wanted on your bad side.
But then again, who would want an immortal, or even one who thought himself immortal, to be your enemy? Kissers parted to allow fodder through as the stag grazed, ears twitching lazily in the sunlight on the cliff. |
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Post by Hazel on Jun 1, 2006 4:42:24 GMT -5
She snorted. Stupid stags. Always butting into another beasts buisiness. Some, like Sydi, did things for good, to save the souls of those lost and alone. But other were just nosey and anooying, buzzing about like desperate mares, seeking to mate with the first thing that they layed eyes on, be it equine or object. Dusk was one of them, hoping to become a mate or something along the lines of 'friend' when the ignorance of the painted mare told all - she wanted to be left alone. Rain stopped her minds racing thoughts and took a moment to gaze about the terrain, audes twitching slightly. Trees settled just behind her, swaying happily in a light breeze. Waves crashed below the cliffs, she could hear thier screams not far off in the distance, she coudl even feel a light spray towering over her plumage. Pools closed and crest lifted happily, tassles streaming baclwards from her as the wind sailed by. For a moment, she was tranquill, bright, happy. Her head lifted through the sullen air. But a second later, all was cold and still once more, Rains head was back to its low holding and her shoulders were stiff. Sighing, the shire bulk plodded across the geo, grasses swaying, climbing up her patchwork stilts. Audes flickered back and forth, waiting for something, anything, to distract her from her cloudy mood. It came all too soon, a lone stag standing upon the cliff side, seemingly ready to jump, but he didnt not. Not long ago, Rain stood in that very spot, thinking, promising herself that it would all end. But he had come. Seydi. Her life had continued. But she didnt know yet if it was for the best. Should she had tumbled and joined her mate? |
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 1, 2006 18:30:59 GMT -5
Dorian Gray
With a veiw to a kill
And another in my midst
Why leave you standing
I could kill you now
Green blades, slightly salty from the very air they grew in, coated the stallion's empty stomach. Known for starving himself - for pain brings one strength - it was Dorian's first meal in a good number of days. Suddenly, from his lazy ears, a sound came 'pon him. The sound of flint on rock. Ivories still clipping the small tuft of grass allowed eyes to wander. Ah. A mare. Of course, had he wished it, he could have just breathed in the scent - idiocy had its own mark.
Politely the stallion raised his head, standing a tall 17.2 hands, and watched the mare with deep eyes of liquid chocolate. She was a shire - fully body and painted, too. He was merely a Hanoverian - wait. Merely? Hanoverians were prouder than any shire ever could be - they were elegance. Emotionless, souless - that was a bonus some could gain. Just before it was rude to stare, Dorian chose to speak to this one who didn't diserve his words.
Hello, painted butterfly. May I know what you know yourself as? I am called Dorian Gray - my mother must have been blind when she named me,
polite, yet subtly seductive tones spoke. So mares were idiots - they could still be fun to play with. And at least this one had looks. Some he met were "classic" black - truly, just another sheep among a throng. So a paint was a welcome sight to his uncaring orbs. |
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Post by Hazel on Jun 2, 2006 9:23:14 GMT -5
Torn from her thoughts, the painted vix raised her crest. Before her stood a bay stag, at least 17 hands, maybe more. She snorted, ignoring him for the time being. She wasnt in the mood for another 'ill save you' fiasco. Audes twitched as her shire bulk turned, her bodice just as tall as his. Feathers swept the geo as she moved, graceful like a dove, yet with slight discomfort on the soft, rain washed earth. Steadying her talons on a rocky patch of grass, Rains pillars swurved quickly as the strangers maw parted, revealing birhgt ivories under an ebon point. Like classic bays, his points were indded midnight hued, yet his mahogany bodice truly stunned her. She shed her eyes over his muscular bodice, though she wasnt sure why. Choking on her thoughts, he audes were helpless to do anything but listen to his strangly low voice, his mysterious tones caused a heavy stilt to step towards him, yet her stubborn nature haulted her swiftly. Swipping her white washed banner over patched flanks, her own pair of roan kissers split.
"I agree, Dorian Grey, I myself am dubbed Rain." |
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 3, 2006 11:44:55 GMT -5
Dorian Gray
I'll watch you cry
I'll watch you die
And still I'll live
Unscathed
Smirk, softened by years of practice into a genuine, encouraging smile, twitched into place as the painted baka took a step forward. Yet another mare, though at least this one wasn't grovelling at his feet - yet. So many did. What was strange was that not all of his followers, intent on taking his advantage of his perfection, and his seeming stupidity, where mares. Many were stallions - they sometimes thought he himself was a mare - they had been proven wrong, the stupid pigs. Smirk broadened at her words - Rain.
A lovely name, and it suits you. Rain is such a pleasurable weather... |
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Post by Hazel on Jun 3, 2006 11:54:07 GMT -5
She felt a shudder roll down her spine as he spoke. Why - she did not know. She twitched her banner at the flies buzzing about her, yet they were only a fraction of her imagination for the fire had sent many bloodsuckers flying to safety. But still, her banner whipped her rump annoyingly. His words wee strange. The weather? He spoke of pleasure, but the poor old mare had neverexperienced such a feelings, she knew not what pleasure ment. Was it grievance, hate, anger perhaps? For these cruel emtions were the only things tored within her mind, for her whole life had revolved around such feelings of remorse. She decided to ignore the comment and simply nodded towards the dark bay stag that called him 'Grey'.
"Yessss....."
She dragged along her words thoughfully, like a cobra, wondering wether or not he should strike. She looked at him, head tilting. His gazes were evenly matched. She wasnt, as usual, forced to lower her crest to achive eye contact. She snorted sofly, eyes boring into his. She was quiet, just the sound of her banner rusting through the winds disrupted the silence.
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 3, 2006 12:30:10 GMT -5
Dorian Gray
Feelings are given
To the weak
The strong get
Nothing
Dorian met her gaze evenly, eyes glimmering good-naturedly. Black-tipped ears flicked to catch the singular word of the shire.
Please excuse me. You see, usually the mares who find me are stupid and talk only about the weather. I suppose some of it has rubbed off onto me, lady.
Head dipped to touch his shoulder, breaking the eye contact to be polite. They say eyes are a portrait to the soul - how untrue those lying thieves were! For Dorian's eyes revealed nothing of his evil, his vile deeds. They showed peace with the world - although, it was true that he had ended his battle with the world. How did this mare stand in the world? From her confused prospect... it appeared the world and her were constantly battling. |
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Post by Hazel on Jun 3, 2006 12:55:52 GMT -5
She nodded at his words, they were too true. Mares could be so stupid, knowing wnothing of the danger that lurcked nearby, even when under your very mug. She snorted, not softly as before, but as if an unwanted aroma had filtered through her patched maw. Shaking her mane irritably, she raced through her words inside her mind, before parting her kissers and repeating them aloud.
"Yes, mares can be so stupid, prancing around declaring thier love for every passing stallion until one takes advantage and plants thier seed within her bosom. Its funny how they cant truley think for themselves, isnt it?"
She snorted once more and smirked. He culdnt hold her gaze, it seemed. Her banner slowed its swaying and was still, and the imaginary flies seemed to swarm away from her, thoughone or two remained to uzz about her face and legs, causing her to slam a single hoof downwards as if angry.
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Post by flame on Jun 3, 2006 12:57:31 GMT -5
((Don't mean to butt in...Dream needs tp meet Rain))
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Post by Hazel on Jun 3, 2006 12:58:33 GMT -5
[ why? ]
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 3, 2006 13:18:56 GMT -5
Dorian Gray
Here I stand
Watching you
Trying to find
A weakness
Smirk grew still. So, she thought she was winning this "battle"? How dearly, how truly, how positively mistaken she was. Dorian wasn't one to stand by and watch others fly. When they found their wings, he ripped them off...
It is very strange. It explains why a chicken can run around with its head cut off, or how a fish can flop around while suffocating. Because stupid creatures need no mind. Of course, they don't really need much... And they know nothing truly of love, nothing that is a deeper feeling. They know only of ignorant bliss, which is no bliss at all.
He took a step forward, stopping to inspect every inch of her body, from rump to muzzle. Smile turned coy, smirk hidden behind infinite years of practice. Yes - few knew anything but ignorant bliss. |
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Post by Hazel on Jun 3, 2006 13:27:27 GMT -5
As he spoke, her mind was drawn closer to his. Her heart beat quickened, but why, even Rain was not sure. She lost her breath, choching slightly, gipping over his sweet lyrics. He was insulting her gender, yes, but it was as if she was not one of them stupid mare, running, as he said quite rightly, like a headless chiken. No, she was smart. Wasnt she?
He stepped forwards, she felt her face deepen in hue and she gasped for breath. A sharp intake settled her for only a few moments. His gaxe was back upon her, and she felt as if he was looking down on her. She took a step back, though it was a difficult movement to make. His words had hypnotise her. She didnt understand anything going on inside her mind. She felt the silence overwhelming her, she had to speak -
"- What do you know of love?"
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 3, 2006 13:39:34 GMT -5
Dorian Gray
I have no weakness
I have no soul
Your doom is sealed
So say goodbye
Silently he took in her change of tempermant, her step. Running away? Or merely calling him on. However, being the "gentleman" he was, Dorian, too, stepped back. After all, a lady needs her space. And he would see how entranced she was - how quickly her defenses were melting. As he stepped back, his lyrics drifted back to her.
Love?I have thought I have loved many, and perhaps I have. But it is difficult to know the true meaning of love, for it is the strangest of all the emotions. Hate you can conquer, happiness you can hide, but love is an arrow that pierces through every shield ne puts up. Or, almost every shield.
What was love but a word for lusty equine to disquise themselves in the veil of darkness, besides and emotion? Perhaps nothing, perhaps everything. Salty wind made his ebon tail lash as he gazed at Rain with eyes the color of coal. |
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Post by Hazel on Jun 3, 2006 13:48:46 GMT -5
What? He stepped back. She hid the smile that played upon her maw. Instead, she dullened her gaze to hide the strange feelings and snorted, once again it was soft, brushing against her nasels as they swept from her chest. She lifted a dainty hoof, to stomp, retreat or return to him? She moved it forwards shyly, taking herself nearer to him. Her sride was large and her mug was nearly touching his. Her voice was just a whisper now, and her eyes half closed. For the first time in many a moon, Rain felt safe....
"Yes, I too belive to have loved, yet my so called lover chose rather to die than to live with me...I no longer know the meaning of the word....."
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Jun 4, 2006 1:37:49 GMT -5
Dorian Gray
You make my life
Hell
Merely by being
In it
Surprise registered in the stallions merely by a flick of the tail, alough it appeared to be just a flick to rid himself of a rebellious fly. But flies never bit him - but then again, this mare didn't know that. His surprise was due to the fact that this mare could love - and that she believed it no longer existed after loving. It was the stallions fault, though Dorian supposed he was slightly thankful to him. Wow. It looked like, besides stupid mares, there were very, very stupid stallions here. Stupid. The stallion had had his chance at the mare - and killed himself. What was so wrong with her? Surely stupidity couldn't be that issue.
Left you? But why? For no one who truly loved you, who truly knew and lived the meaning of the word, could leave you. Perhaps he wasn't worthy of you and was scared you'd discover so?
he asked gently, quietly. Empathetic - purely pathetic. But, hey, even perfection had to leave its snares. |
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