[xx kicking the habit]

[D o v e]

I thought that this...

Thunderous sound roared from down below the bluffs as white crashing waves sent the ocean's spray heavenward. The gentle seabreeze lifted Oblivion's ebony mane and held his silky banter slightly aloft today. His chiseled legs strode at a walk with rugged head held high and proud, his mane had frayed ends and it was not all the same length, parts were long and parts were short and there was no straight line at the bottom of his mane. His whole appearance was windswept, mane thrown on both sides of his muscular neck, tail sweeping out behind him and trailing in the air like a banner. His head was held low, his neck holding it there relaxed and swaying lightly with each step - side to side, side to side. He was a mustang from the rugged Montana mountains and he looked every inch of the strength he possessed. He stood, from crest to ground, 15.3 hands - a rather tall mustang, but it was apparent that he had some draft blood in him for he had feathers around his hooves, but there was also a finer hotblood breed in his blood, perhaps Thoroughbred for his speed, or Arabian for his endurance, or maybe both. He walked with his head held relaxed and content, as many tame horses strode when out in their pasture moving between patches of good grass. Spring shoots of brilliant green were mixed among the crumbling rocks that littered the top of the bluffs and his hooves stepped lightly, the sure-footed heritage of his mustang blood obvious as he never stumbled nor hesitated a step. Perhaps there was also Iberian blood in his veins for his face was soft and the lines fine like that of an Andalusian and his mane grew longer than most mustangs. Of course you never knew what was thrown into the mix when you met a mustang and he himself did not know all that was in his blood, just that he was a mustang...that was a far simpler way of putting it.

He paused for an instant, head raising and looking out over the sea. Such a beautiful and cruel mistress she was, tempting the looker to fall into her bottomless depths and stay with her forever. Oblivion let a faint smile affect his lips and crinkle his eyes, he called her la mar, though in Spanish it was el mar. He found that the sea to be more like a lady and less like a man, on some days she could be kind and forgiving and at other times she could swallow up whatever fell into her swirling waters, just like mares, he thought with the faint smile still playing lightly across his lips. Oblivion stopped longer than he had intended, staring out across the sea watching as her waves crashed into the rocks below and shattered from their blue-green into white. His black tinged ears both were pointed out to sea but one swiveled back at a sound from behind him...

...was the end

[stitchedskull]

Hide the hue of rotten flesh masked over the brilliant crimson that gave him the cursed life he longed not for. Pale ashen pools were glazed, seeing not the looming fate of the sea. Carcass draged along by years of suffering. Ne'er did he see, nor care to see, the stallion that now was by his side. Dark flints stood on teh ledge that had already claimed so many lives. Boa arched, windswept tags flying out, as if already in a free-fall. White face, marked forever with the mark that branded him with his soul. A single stream of grey down from his left eye, like a river of tears horses would never cry.

He jumped. Kicking with his small, but strong hinds, flying through the winds, then falling, falling. The sea reaching up and catching him, then crushing him against the rocks.

No. When his eyes opened he was still standing on the cliffs edge, breathing hard and heart fluttering. Shakin ghis skull he stepped back, then spotted the other stallion. Watching him fearfully, head low, he stpped back and turned, pacing away from the cliff's crying edge.

What sort of beast was he? Too fearful to go on living, but too fearful to take his life. Dropping his head, he arching it back to glance at the other brute, then began his slow walk back to no home.

Why had he wanted to do that? The more he questioned himself now, the more he wished he had done it. what did he have to live for? Nothing. No horse would notice his vanishment, and at least he'd be away from their taunting laughter. And perhaps... perhaps he'd be back with Dearanged Twilight. Now he was sent back in questioning sorrow. Maybe, even if he was re-met with Twilight, he wouldn't take him back. Maybe nothing would be left and he would writh in eternal misery. Perhaps his death would end this suffering, bubbling up more? Perhaps he would fail in killing himself, and only lay mangled in the rocks to be eaten by the gulls. But maybe.... maybe it would end in silence, and he would find Twilight and all would be well forever and ever.

[Meg]

[ah..I posty earily..Didn't come through I guess. here I go again..]
Head tilted to the skies, talons skidding the earth in the sound of thunder. Her reckless running made her zigzag in lines of crookedness. She stumbled once and almost flipped head over heels, but did she stop? Nope, she kept on thundering along like a locomotive off the tracks.

Wild scream whipped through the skies, as finally the crazed mare flipped head over heels, stumbling upon a log out in the open. She skidded on her side for several feet in the dirt and grass, the earth tearing open as her talons gripped it. Finally bumping to a stop, she laid still. Her breathing slow, and steady. Almost like she was dieing. Her orbs were closed, but after lying completely still on the ground for a moment, they popped open quickly and she jumped to her feet.

Starting on her crazed three beat once more, only she limped badly on one of her fore talons. The side that she skidded on the ground with was split wide open. The skin was hanging off her flesh, blood marking the trail of her racing on the ground. Each thundering step tore out a chunk of the earth and threw it out behind her.

Her long banner whipped in the wind, and her short tassels danced on her boa. Her ivory dappled bodice shone with blood and filth on one side, and shiny cleanliness on the other. She raced to the edge of the cliff like a speeding bullet, the wind whistling through her tassels. Shuddenly, as quickly as she fell to the ground, she slammed on the brakes. Her bodice thrown forth and her tassels fell over her white rimmed orbs.

Her front talons gripped the very edge of the cliff, as she leaned over and stared down at the thrashing waves. Her dial tipped up to the sun, the glare shining right down into her orbs. A wild scream ripped from her maw as she reared, threatening to fall over the cliff.[/color]

[D o v e]

let my breath…

His black tinged hark had heard the other and he had turned his head towards the stallion in his approach, but he merely watched him walk up right beside him in silence. Oblivion thought this stallion odd for he did not seem to notice him standing there. A touch of curiosity drifted into his eyes and he studied the other stallion. How strange, he thought as he watched him start to breathe harder. Then the stallion seemed to notice Oblivion for the first time and for an instant their eyes met, but the other quickly backed away as if frightened. Oblivion followed him with his eyes, slightly wary of the male’s strange actions. He watched him walk away with his low held head and his seemingly defeated attitude and couldn’t but wonder what was in this stallion’s mind…but he didn’t have too much time to wander because he heard the heavy hoof beats of the mare coming from the woods backing the cliff. She was moving like a derailed train with no brakes at all and Oblivion, slightly fearful of his own safety, moved away from the cliff and out of the mare’s rampaging path. He watched her with wide eyes as she came to a death-defying halt on the edge of the rocky, crumbling cliff, and he could hear rocks fall into the swirling white waters below. He hadn’t even realized that he was holding his breath until he finally exhaled in a relieved sigh that the mare hadn’t toppled head over heels into the ocean below. He didn’t understand what the hell had whipped her into such a fury, but he was sure glad she hadn’t killed herself. Oblivion began to step forward, back towards the mare when she reared and screamed to the sky. He stopped dead in his tracks, afraid that he would frighten her and she would go to land from her rear and come down on nothing but air.

He hesitated to dare nearer, but took one more step until he was a mere ten feet from the mare, he opened his maw to speak, but he had finally realized that beneath the dirt there was blood…this mare had either been injured by another, or she had done it to herself - he somewhat expected that she had done it to herself, just going off of her crazed manner. Oblivion took a small step towards the mare, stopped, as if debating, and then spoke in as calm and as gentle a voice as he could muster.

My lady, you’re injured – Please allow me to help you.

He was not by nature a kind stallion, but this was an injured mare he was dealing with and he felt that, out of necessity, he needed to be kind and gentle…besides it was only a mare, not a stallion, he could make a stretch to be kind if it helped the mare. However his eyes betrayed the kind voice, as they were cold and hard, and empty. Oblivion made no more motion, standing still as a figure of death, awaiting her response to his voice.

…slip away

[Meg]

./broken hearted...
Harks were pulled down and plastered to her skull, her eyes rolled wildly white, and her ringing neigh echoed off the further clifflands. Her white rimmed eyes rolled over and landed upon the stag that dared to approach her towering bodice. Her body seemed to stay balanced on the hind talons for ages, her long bod swaying in the air like a kite. Her front talons kicked out and around in a circular movement, keeping her balance.

Then, as quickly as it happened, her orbs glazed over, and she crumpled to the earth like a trampled rose. But instead of falling over the cliff, she fell backwards. Landing with a thump upon the sand on her back. Her bodice slumped over to the side. The open slash exposed the sky.

Her dial was twisted in an impossible direction, and her glazed orbs were open. Her mouth slightly open. Unconcious. Her sides rose and fell with deep breathing, but from the angle that she was placed, she surely looked dead. Silence fell over the land.

Her loud, screaming neigh still ringing in the harks of the others there. A stunned silence followed over her crumpled bodice. Long limbs stretched out, and a long, strong back stretched out to her fullest, her boa also laying stretched out. Her long smokey tassels where draped over the ground and neck. Over her glazed eyes her forelock fell. Dainty talons that could fit in a tea cup laid lifeless in the sand.

Only her sides that rose and fell told that she lived, though she was a crazed mare. She lived.
...and unwanted.
((I'm losing my touch Dove!))

[Meg]

[[Bumpin' it for Dove]]

[phoenix]

||A'right... since this is inactive I am respectfully taking Duna out of this thread, thanks.||