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Post by fullmoon on Feb 18, 2006 12:46:10 GMT -5
Very like the snow she entered the scene. Dainty were the steps her hooves took. White, everlasting white, shined her body on the cliff by the sea.
She looked down into the swirling waters with distaste. Some of the water was very likely melted snow. How she hated to see fresh, clean snow die.
Her orbs scanned the land. Curses. Where were the stallions who were supposed to be looking for mares on this cliff? If one did not come, she might melt too...what a pity that would be.
If Snowflake Beneath the Cold Moon remained alone, how could life continiue? For anyone? It was just as her view of snow...without it there would be nothing. Seeing as she was snow, she was all that mattered.
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Post by Hazel on Feb 19, 2006 8:00:59 GMT -5
One, two, three,
The earth thundered as she moved.
One, two, three,
Hoofbeat filled the silence in thier wake.
One, two, three,
The mares audes lifted.
One,two, three,
Orbs spotted the mare upon the horizon.
One....two....three....
She slowed, gallop into canter, canter into trot, trot into steady walk, footfalls echoing about the cliff side. A trail of heavy footprints fell behind her like dirty raindrops, washing away the snow, showing the darker grasses benith it, shiriveled and dry. The sun was setting over the lands, some of the snow had already begun to melt about her, sending splashed of the cold, icy liquid flying onto her flanks. The sunset echoed about the cliffside, the spil of fresh, raw blood shoing its way over the whitness, the sun dying the pure white into a hungry scarlet hue.
Blood soaked bodice made her way towards the femmoress, midnight black tassles dancing about her face and flanks. The buckskin mare was at the mare from behind, silently drifting over the blood spilt lands.
I am here.
Her voice rattled as the sun died down.
I have come.
Her whisperes loud over the silence.
But what you want....
The dakness over came the sun, washing the blood away, sending snow into fanthoms of grey.
I cannot give.
She was leaning forwards now, voice so quiet none but the mare could hear her words.
You are alone.
She knew that much was obvious, a smile etched upon her maw.
Forever, you will stay so.
Her voice carried aver the horion, even through the dead of night.
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Post by fullmoon on Feb 19, 2006 11:30:15 GMT -5
Her heart screamed. Who was this who stood before her? What was this? Her broad shoulders trembled a touch, and she made a move as if to run, run, run away from the...demon? in front of her...but no! Move was what she couldn't do.
Alone, alone no.
Someone must be here.
Help..
Orbs couldn't close. Feet couldn't move. Why not? Why? Why was this frightful mare here? She could not scream. Only gasp strangled breaths of fright.
This was winter...she was supposed to have good luck during winter...the snow was supposed to protect her...that's what her mother said! This crimson stained mare was going to rip her, tear her, she knew it! The snow would do nothing for her, offer no protection. She couldn't hide behind it...it was all just a cleverly crafted fib designed for her to feel safe.
Safe? Oh no. Never safe. Not with this thing here...
A demon...
She was frozen.
Her heart was a drum...beating...beating. Thump.. Thump.. Thump.. BANG.. BANG.. It was the gauntlet. There would be pain. Even if there was no damage there would be pain. Already she could feel it. What had happened? Why had she, shining innocence been chosen by this demonic mare?
Scream! Scream!! SCREAM!!!
Nothing...
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Post by Kindred Blue on Feb 19, 2006 12:48:35 GMT -5
A gun to the head. Heartbeat pounded. The thrill? Tonight we feel it.
It was difficult to describe Catalyst's feelings during these precious moments. The eagle soared above him like a precious relief - it dipped its proud beak to the ocean as it swirled downwards and dived for its prize. Strange. How the hunter seems to ask permission from the sea before taking his fill... I ask no permission. But yet - I am no hunter.
Catalyst had galloped some way by now. There were lands aplenty in this place, and he knew there was probably more his precious eyes had not yet seen. His muscles contorted beneath his chesnut coat, filled with the power and strength of a young mustang.
We can describe that feeling now - alive.
But Catalyst skidded to a stop, at that moment. The eagle let out a harsh cry, like a warning, as the stallion's gaze landed upon the two mares before him. One, standing with a threatening posture, the other afraid and confined to the others stare. What to do?
Bang, they pulled the trigger, and the Catalyst exploded into action. He trotted gently forewad to stand between the two. Head held high, he fixed the threatening mare with a harsh gaze, a gaze that held more wisdom that one would have thought this stallion had.
"You need a hobby, lady, if you get your kicks out of terrorizing mares."
Oh, it was sweet to patronize and betray. Catalyst could feel it tugging at his mane - the darkness and the cruelty. His eyes flashed. Something was starting.
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Post by Hazel on Feb 19, 2006 15:27:26 GMT -5
A flash of red.
The painted hue of anger spread across her eyelids.
A streak of blue.
The oceon wavered and crashed against the side of the cliff.
A wave of bright green.
The grass came into view as she lowered her eyes to the ground, before looking up angrily at the stallion who had interupted her teasing.
His chestnut pelt was strong, but young, and he had no scent of the boldness of a leader, he was a follower, and only that, she knew. Nothing of a threat, but it could mean alot to the mare before her. She wanted lands, she would obviously flirt her way into making the stag take her to his home and towards a lead stallion.
"What purpose do you have, brute, in mocking a simple mare?"
Her cold gaze was aimed straight at his glazed orbs, hoping to anger him, taunt him like the beast all creatures were, but hid under hollow shells, the bodices of inncoent and virtue. Her scarlet pelt quivered with exitement, for a stag was much more fun to tease than a mare, a simple minded creature with nothing on her mind exept foals and sucking up to the leads, hoping to take position at his right hoof. |
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Post by Kindred Blue on Feb 20, 2006 3:45:05 GMT -5
The stallion narrowed his eyes and kept eye contact with the mare, as he threw a reply at her with a sharp tone, slicing the air with his fast moving tongue. Quick comebacks. Gotta love 'em.
"Free will, mare. The freedom of being a rouge."
A rouge, is that what he was now? When he'd planned to speak, he hadn't thought of saying those words exactly. But the word had a nice ring to it. Did it make him different from the rest? No, they probably all called themselves rouges - lost souls, searching for a place to call home. Even this mare before him could call herself a rouge, even the white mare behind him, too.
Perhaps it was time to add a little more speech to the situation. This time, Catalyst's mind did a check of what he planned to say - well, we wouldn't want any more little accidents now, would we?
"Besides, simple mare, I do not mock you. If you consider that comment to be a mock, then you will not be able to handle life itself without tearing at the seams. Come now; there are no stallions here to claim you, relax."
Stallions? Why did he say that? Stupid brain.
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Post by fullmoon on Feb 21, 2006 18:00:15 GMT -5
Protect me. You are strong. Protect me...! Snowflake's mind gasped. The bloody mare shinks some in your prescence...she can't hurt me if you are here...!"
Her rescuer, the chesnut, angelic stallion was to be forever her savior if he could keep the demon away. He was smart. He was strong.
His name. She wanted his name. Otherwise she would always have that wonderment nagging at her head. Of course though, if he left after this, it would bite there anyway. But if his name could drift like snow and melt forever in her memory, she could find him again...and gave forever into those brilliant eyes, chipped so expertly into his head?
Snowflake blinked. Don't be a ninny...the trouble is still very much here! Stupid fool. Falling in love with him without hardly having even seen him for a minute.[/font]
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Post by Hazel on Feb 22, 2006 4:46:44 GMT -5
She just laughed. He thought the mares were afraid of stallion? No, he was wrong, very wrong. Revenge simply laughed at stallions, thinking themselves so strong, high and mighty. They were pathetic, but not as pathetic as mares themselves. She turned to the snow hued mare, who seemed to be melting in the stags presence. Did she love him? The blodded mare snorted. Disgusting, scolding the mares title by sucking up to the stags, giving them what they want. Terrible. With a flick of her banner, she turned and began to leave. But, before she hit the horizon, she stopped to speak over her shoulder. "Mind you back hon', seems like shes gonna' be folloing you for a while." She threw a dirty look at the stupid mare and tortted of, smirking.
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Post by fullmoon on Feb 22, 2006 15:30:46 GMT -5
Snowflake was offended, straightening up defiantly.
"Wh...why you...! Sh-shut up!"
But her words were wasted, spoken too quietly for that demonic devil to have in her ears. Yuck! At once their was a foul taste in Snowflake's mouth. Had she just spoken to that wretched, unfeeling, idiotic...
And she remembered then her savior. "ah..." she looked at him, melting again. "Thank you..."
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Post by Kindred Blue on Feb 23, 2006 11:03:53 GMT -5
The stallion flicked his ears and took a small glance backward at the mare he was helping, a smile smile creasing his handsome features to reassure her. Moments later, the deadly gaze was back upon the angrier mare ahead. Her words stormed across the airwaves, holding swords aimed to prick at his annoyance, but a flick of his long tail was enough to rid himself of them. As she took her leave, he tossed his head and snorted, pounding one hoof upon in the groud in a strange show of championship that he had never quite planned.
The eagle circled above him as he turned. The light sea air danced through his mane as he stood tall and proud upon the cliff. For that small moment, he was the pictue of power, the image of wisdom, the essence of all the was right. He smiled gently at the remaining mare and whinnied softly to her.
"No need for thanks, fair stranger, its the least I can do."
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Post by fullmoon on Feb 23, 2006 18:47:05 GMT -5
Her heart leapt away.
He was the picture of justice. Of all right and good.
She had nowhere to go...nothing to do...noplace that was even a remnant of a home. What was there to lose but the chance of pleasing and winning him?
She too could be great...if only have the illusion of being great. This amazing stranger could give her that. She waould have no fears. No pain of Alone. He would dry her tears of melted snow.
"May I ask your name?" she nikkered tentatively, "I am called Snowflake Beneath the Cold Moon, but Snowflake is what I like best...Of course, you may call me whatever you please..." Her approach was intended to be humble. If that was possible. She was such a big shot. Alwaays got what she wanted. But with this latest project, her glamorous looks and personality might not be enough. You could never tell with these loners...[/font]
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Post by Kindred Blue on Feb 25, 2006 12:43:16 GMT -5
Well wasn't this a strange experience? Somebody had actually asked for his name. It was odd to hear a request of such nature.. why, he didn't recall the stallion on the beach asking so - even when Catalyst had helped the poor beast in its misery. But then, Catalyst often made a big deal of small things; there really was no need to go hyper over being asked his name. You know what brain? Just shut up. he thought gently to himself.
He paused for a moment, looking somewhat blank and dazed. 'Reply, idiot, reply' his brain moaned. Didn't I tell you to shut up?
"I am the Catalyst."
The reply was short, and to the point - well, there was no point in rambling about it, was there? She asked his name, not his life story. His ears flicked gently as he stored her name away - Snowflake Beneath The Cold Moon? Bit of a mouthful... She sells sea shells on the sea shore.
What on earth? He really had to stop letting his thoughts wander. Tossing his head once, he snorted gently, then tugged some grass from the ground below him and chewed it thoughtfully.
Ooc : Hehe! -giggles- I love this guy <3 Those thoughts are classic! xD
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Post by fullmoon on Feb 26, 2006 9:53:50 GMT -5
"Catalyst..." Snowflake repeated softly to herself. "The Catalyst..."
He was strong, plenty strong. But there was something about him that made her wonder if he had ever known the loving gaze and warmth of a mother. Was it the far away look in his eyes? tHe way he seemed to banter with himself?
Or maybe she was only pretending to see these things in his face; they weren't even there. She really had to stop playing these silly games. The first step in them was finding some sort of fault or neglect. That she'd done. Or pretended to already. The next step was sucking up to the subject with the fault/problem and fixing it, causing an atraction towards her.
Then why was she thinking about it when she'd jus told herself not to? Twit.
...oh well. Proceed with the old routine!
Slowly she approached the dining Catalyst. "Would you mind a bit of company?" Her smile was set in her face. She'd worked hours to perfect it. It always worked before. Catalyst had to go for it. But Snowflake worried he was to smart for a planned action. It was pretty set that she would have to discard her old ways of being a plastic angel. She would have to be true, true to herself and him to come out of this with a win. A win that could be more than just a passing car. It could be as magical as snow in August, if she played the right cards.[/font]
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Mar 3, 2006 1:41:18 GMT -5
((don't mind me - it's 10:30 at night and I'm bored. I'll leave if I must... But Pyre needs to see the Catalyst. No, she won't talk to him. (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
Proud mare galloped along the cliffs stopping at the point where another step would mean a plumit unstoppable. She snorted, watching the beautiful ocean crashing upon the rocks, as though hungry for her life as well. She whirled, for her life was not so easily given.
Ebon thoroughbred two-beated, wandering, until voices were heard. Her heart arched, pined for the use of her stolen voice. But it was gone, and all she could do was at times utter a strange sound between a whisper, a squeal, and a hiss.
She slowed, walking towards them, strange fire colored occuli staring. Sure, it was impolite to stare. But that didn't stop her.
Her attention was first drawn to the snow colored - white is too easyily seen, to easyily killed. But there was a stag, and strange as it was, she felt a slight pang of recognition. She dismissed it, however, having had nearly the same feeling with Storm. Nearly, but this feeling was stronger, more powerful, less easily hidden. However, contain it she did, though her body felt like a mare twice her age, longing for the touch of one who had told her he loved her - but that was impossible, as impossible as aging herself to be of an age much older than herself. Besdies that, the stag was young too - he seemed to be about her age. Her walk quickened to a trot until she stood by them, not included, but wanting to be. She watched, waiting to hear more beautiful, hurtful, lyrics. Waiting.
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
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Post by fullmoon on Mar 3, 2006 16:36:52 GMT -5
Snowflake narrowed her optics at sight of the intruding mare.
Who are you? To just walk in and stand by him? she thought but not said, though she felt she should have blurted out. Instead of anger bursting rapidly out, the daggers her eyes shot at the other mare converted to the plastic smile, the plastic cutsie act.
Snowflake nodded nicely at her, watching intently, hungrily, for her to make a bad move. The way she stood next to Catalyst made Snowflake sure she was here for him. [/font]
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