Post by Hazel on Jul 2, 2006 6:54:22 GMT -5
Living without time
agony or crime in a land of the
Immortal souls.
agony or crime in a land of the
Immortal souls.
As she stared at the brute a sickening pain came about her, like serpant squeezing its victim until, breathless, it falls, dead, ready to be consumed so as only to strengthen the beast to writhe towards another once more. His words spread over her like poison, inflicting heavy wounds over her skin, yet she allowed him to do so, unknowing to the torture that was coming about her torn and plundered soul.
A sudden hoofbeat and an angered whinny awakened her to the fugure of Seydi besides her and caused her crest to twist suddently, clicking into place as she faced him, eyes blazing. What was he upset about? Her mind raced, yet the venomous creature had confused her, ripped her thoughts apart and changed her views. Her vision was blurry, she felt weakened, afraid. His constant nudges disturbed her, causing her own steps to pull apart from both brujos.
Four or five steps away, she tossed her mane and snorted, talses whiopping her withered with suck forced that blood was near to be drawn. She didnt understand. What was the misatake? What ahd she done wrong? Many things, she knew, and Seydi seemed never to be wrong. He was the only reason she stoodbeofre the pair, she knew she could trust him. And Dorian? She turned to peer within his orbs. She could see nothing, and wasnt it said that the eyes were the window to the soul...?
Mouth awide in awe, she realised, with a sudden jolt of dispair, that he was a liar and a cheat. Were his words simply a trap, meaning to lure her forth until he caputured her, ready to bite, plant his seed within then leave? The poison was eefective, but this mare was too strong. And her antidote was pure. Seydi had saved her. Yet again, it seemed. She shook her head, eyes closed and feaures twisted in agony. It had happened again, when the feelings arose she was sent back down with a vile emotion, wounding her spirit once again. He couldnt stand it any longer. Eyes bursting open, she threw Seydi a confused and mistaken glance, then turned towards the cliff. Dustin....He called to her, she took a step towards it, then witheld herself. She couldnt do it, could she? Not after all Seydi had done to awaken her....
Her mind was a mess, she was utterly begotten and bemused. Torn between life and death, Dustin and Seydi. Stuck in the middle with Dorian Grey. Dorian Gray, the mis-matched brute with a handsom bay pelt. Dorian Gray, the stag who had caught and confused her mind and soul, Dorian Grey, the one who wished to use and lose her, taking avantage of her misery! She felt a storm within her, lightning stuck as she reared, heavy shire plumage sticking to her withered pelt. Her once bright patched frame seemed to be a heavy crimson hue, mixed with a greying white. Her eyes were wide, ringed with a milky white. Banner flicked upwards and attacked her rump, talons flailed outwards the the two she lvoed to dearly, a friend and a foe, two so different, yet so heavy within her heart. She was angry, mainly with herself, with her own incompitance and vile emotions. Her stupidity was what caused such downfalls within her.
Her daggers hit the earth with a heavy jolt, shaking the geo benith her. She snorted, head falling in defete. She didnt care, the anger had broken free and soared out of sight, her eyes returned to a placid brown, staring at her silver hooves. Rain continued to plunder down upon the shires skeleton, barrel heaving, breathless, seeking refuse under a dying sun. She was a dead rose, withered and spoiled, the red hue begotten and ignored until blackness over came her, spiling the beauty and becoming something only to be laughed at and stepped on. Her legs shook underneath her, she wished that she was to fall and end her jorney, but life wasnt about to let go of the joyless mare. Perhaps ready to bring joy into her life, or maybe just to kick her whilst she was down. Jaw parted as she muttered words, her voice low, bearly heard over the thunder that arose over head, light flashing and attacking the once peaceful lands of NSE.
"Go now, leave me be. I am but an old dove, my mate lost for ever, lament, until I am lost..."
Her mug stayed open, relaxed yet shaking slightly. She was frightened of death, of life and of Dorian Gray. Yet she cared not for what happened to her. If he bred her, let it be, if she died, she would be at peace, and if she lived, alone, without either Seydi nor Dorian, then it wouldnt be worth living, yet she would plod on like a weary cob, working tunil her bones crumbled benith her wieght and the reaper took control over her sullen soul.
A sudden hoofbeat and an angered whinny awakened her to the fugure of Seydi besides her and caused her crest to twist suddently, clicking into place as she faced him, eyes blazing. What was he upset about? Her mind raced, yet the venomous creature had confused her, ripped her thoughts apart and changed her views. Her vision was blurry, she felt weakened, afraid. His constant nudges disturbed her, causing her own steps to pull apart from both brujos.
Four or five steps away, she tossed her mane and snorted, talses whiopping her withered with suck forced that blood was near to be drawn. She didnt understand. What was the misatake? What ahd she done wrong? Many things, she knew, and Seydi seemed never to be wrong. He was the only reason she stoodbeofre the pair, she knew she could trust him. And Dorian? She turned to peer within his orbs. She could see nothing, and wasnt it said that the eyes were the window to the soul...?
Mouth awide in awe, she realised, with a sudden jolt of dispair, that he was a liar and a cheat. Were his words simply a trap, meaning to lure her forth until he caputured her, ready to bite, plant his seed within then leave? The poison was eefective, but this mare was too strong. And her antidote was pure. Seydi had saved her. Yet again, it seemed. She shook her head, eyes closed and feaures twisted in agony. It had happened again, when the feelings arose she was sent back down with a vile emotion, wounding her spirit once again. He couldnt stand it any longer. Eyes bursting open, she threw Seydi a confused and mistaken glance, then turned towards the cliff. Dustin....He called to her, she took a step towards it, then witheld herself. She couldnt do it, could she? Not after all Seydi had done to awaken her....
Her mind was a mess, she was utterly begotten and bemused. Torn between life and death, Dustin and Seydi. Stuck in the middle with Dorian Grey. Dorian Gray, the mis-matched brute with a handsom bay pelt. Dorian Gray, the stag who had caught and confused her mind and soul, Dorian Grey, the one who wished to use and lose her, taking avantage of her misery! She felt a storm within her, lightning stuck as she reared, heavy shire plumage sticking to her withered pelt. Her once bright patched frame seemed to be a heavy crimson hue, mixed with a greying white. Her eyes were wide, ringed with a milky white. Banner flicked upwards and attacked her rump, talons flailed outwards the the two she lvoed to dearly, a friend and a foe, two so different, yet so heavy within her heart. She was angry, mainly with herself, with her own incompitance and vile emotions. Her stupidity was what caused such downfalls within her.
Her daggers hit the earth with a heavy jolt, shaking the geo benith her. She snorted, head falling in defete. She didnt care, the anger had broken free and soared out of sight, her eyes returned to a placid brown, staring at her silver hooves. Rain continued to plunder down upon the shires skeleton, barrel heaving, breathless, seeking refuse under a dying sun. She was a dead rose, withered and spoiled, the red hue begotten and ignored until blackness over came her, spiling the beauty and becoming something only to be laughed at and stepped on. Her legs shook underneath her, she wished that she was to fall and end her jorney, but life wasnt about to let go of the joyless mare. Perhaps ready to bring joy into her life, or maybe just to kick her whilst she was down. Jaw parted as she muttered words, her voice low, bearly heard over the thunder that arose over head, light flashing and attacking the once peaceful lands of NSE.
"Go now, leave me be. I am but an old dove, my mate lost for ever, lament, until I am lost..."
Her mug stayed open, relaxed yet shaking slightly. She was frightened of death, of life and of Dorian Gray. Yet she cared not for what happened to her. If he bred her, let it be, if she died, she would be at peace, and if she lived, alone, without either Seydi nor Dorian, then it wouldnt be worth living, yet she would plod on like a weary cob, working tunil her bones crumbled benith her wieght and the reaper took control over her sullen soul.
