xx it's killing me

[desdamona]

xx i'm trying to be strong but it's killing me
xx someone hear my cry

Ah...autumn. The time for the foliage to burst out in song and for the wildlife to begin thinking about the upcoming winter months that loomed ahead like a dark cloud. The cool autumn winds brought scents anew from other realms. And while some enjoyed the autumn months others...well...did not.

It's friggen freezen' out here.

One example was Desdamona. Thin skinned and prone to chills, Desdamona had become a bit ill-tempered these last few weeks. The femme growled under her breath and sighed heavily. Dark optics scanned the terra. She was on a plateau. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. Her perked auds could detect the soft sound of waves. The ocean? She had wandered this far? Needless to say she impressed even herself.

Guess long legs are good for somethin'.

She smirked slightly and looked down proudly at her lengthy appendages. Lifting her cranium, she lurched forth, forgetting how to walk for three short seconds. Her eyes swiveled in their sockets in a complete roll, as she cursed her clumsiness. Perhaps, long legs had their disadvantages too? A smirk cracked her facade as she picked up the pace to a lively two-beat. She was suspicious of course of the terrain. Certain she would stumble over a pebble, her visionaries stayed glued upon the earth. Well...untill she bumped into a rather large boulder.

What the hell?! How'd that get there?

This was not one of Desda's better days. Muttering curses under her breath she continued forward. Slowly, voids glued on the earth, she made her way to a piece of rock that was stable enough to support her weight. Stepping gingerly onto it, she gazed out at the spectacular view. She could feel the sun's rays battering at her pelt, but against the cool breeze it felt rather pleasant. A smile creased her mug as her tangled tassles whipped at her neck. This was living.


((yup that's Desda. ^^ My clumsy princess.))

[Meg]

[Occ; There we go! And of course it's awesome!!]

./Windago
These bruises are meant to be here...
Just right there; where you put them,
on my heart..

The drumbeats. The rolled in along with the waves. Just like hearing a herd of indains wooping and crying; rushing their steeds over the skies, you could hear him a rollin' in. Thunder clapped at his heels. "The angels are out bowling tonight!" His mother used to call to him from his huddled stall when he was young; telling him that there was nothing fearful about angels having their fun. Yes; as the skies boomed with the cloud shivering sound, the earth shivered with reach outstretch and touch of his hooves upon sod.

A great steed of the many shades of pure onyx floated over the lands with each earth quivering shudder of his talons. His large bodice soared for his age, but he was the breeding of the fine bloodlines. Friesian. Something any horse would be proud to have in their bloodlines. You couldn't just have a bit of Friesian in you blood, you either had it all, or you weren't a god damn Friesian. He hated it when mares told him they had a "bit" of Friesian in their lines just to buddy up to him. No. He was a knight in shining armor, but he always came home to the same maiden every night to sweep her off her toes.

This earth suddering, coal black steed of a great age thundered down the lands. His long, thick and curly tassels swept back from his muscular neck and danced in the wind like little banners; along with his long tail that waved in the wind like a flag. A flag of his nation. His one nation, under God, freedom for all mares and the sea breeze of the Isle. That was his "motto", at least he felt it so. His large plate sized talons easily caught each step and calmed from a thundering gallop to that gentle, high knee trot that made every one gasp at a friesian. Only a friesian could do it. Strange huh? You can tell this stag of ten years was proud to be born Friesian. Ah, his age. Ten. Old? No, just for a wild horse did it seem old. If you think about it; most wild horses live until they were fifteen. And domistic horses could live until they were thirty. That was crazy, and unfair. Old Windago was in good health, and he was one of the oldest living horses in these lands. He knew all of the past for here. That didn't matter. He just had some real good stories to tell if anyone wanted to hear an "old", wise stag tell.

With a grunt he over came a dude. The skies were dyed with pinks, oranges, blues, voilets, and some really dark colors. Sunset on a long hard day. It was time to return home. Home. The word brought a smile upon his mug. He loved him home and everything about it. The mares that lived there. His love. His home. The Isle was a great land to belong to; because you had a loving King that ruled it that loved you and let you have a life. You weren't caged up at the Tropical Island. You were free. "You can't cage a free bird..." Windago whispered softly. His deep vocals rumbled in his powerful chest.

He gazed down. Was there a fae down there? Of course. Dumb faes, staying out past sunset and not at home with their king and lady. Or maybe she had no home. Maybe she was as free as the waves that crashed at her talons. Just like he and every other mare at his isle. He glanced at the sun; checking the time. He had plenty of time to make the regular swim back to the Isle that he was so used to and had so many new muscles from. He would accompany her along the beach of the clifflands. Stroll and talk of life. That was simple. It was so nice to stop and smell the roses sometimes.

With a soft whinny, he let her know he was coming down to her. Picking up his large talons he began to amble down to her. He never spoke first; mares were higher ranking to him. They deserved all the respect in the world; for they gave everything to steeds. They gave love, friendship, respect, happiness, and new life that brought more love, friendship, respect, happiness. He grinned gently as he stepped up to her. He stood taller then her, he was 18hhs. He was taller then most around here, that was common to him; but she indeed had long legs! That was a good thing, no? With a soft cough that cleared his throat, he tucked his skull into his chest, and propped one talon out before him. Bowing low to the ground, his tassels sweeping the sands beneth him. His mug touched the cool sands. He waited.

My paper heart was once...
So torn and broken to peices.
Now it is sew together...

[desdamona]

((-screams and pulls out hair- was posting and then computer FROZE!! So I had to rewrite it!))

xx i'm trying to be strong but it's killing me
xx someone hear my cry

The femme shuddered. She could now feel eyes upon her dappled pelt. The wind picked up a bit, but felt like a typhoon was battering against her flesh. She shivered slightly and exhaled heavily. Optics followed the sun across the sky, pummeled by pastel colors. It seemed suspended in time. Like it didn't want to go into a deep slumber. Like it wanted to stay with her forever. She sighed wondering how long this moment would last. Seconds? Or hours? Time was a cruel mistress. It seems that your life is already over, but you haven't lived it yet. You've just grazed the surface. It's almost as if our lives are stolen from us. The end of daylight is when her freedom ended. Now it was time for the creatures of the night to live. They were watching her. Watching and waiting for their freedom to come, with the silver sister riding across the sky.

Desdamona's auds detected a deep sound. Calling to her. One of her kind? She glanced over her shoulder. And what did she see? Something magnificent. A Friesian. A pure Friesian. She didn't even know there were pure Friesians left in the wild. She thought they were all domesticated. She shrugged it off. But my, he was gorgeous. She had never seen a pure Friesian before. Her pedigree consisted of many equine, all crossbreeds. As he neared her she began to feel somewhat minute next to his great stature. No flaws blemished his ebony figure.

Well I'll be damned.

Her soft vocals chimed, nearly inaudible. She felt so young next to him. A slight smile twitched at the corners of her labrums. He coughed and bowed gracefully. What? No one had ever bowed to her before! It was downright unnatural! Well...to her anyway. A rather surprised and amused expression flitted across her face. A smile cracked her facade as she gazed at the charcoal stud. She was a bit uncertain about how to greet him. Never shy, her vocals chirped in a rather sarcastic tone.

Uhm...hi? Look, ya must have the wrong mare here. I ain't no royalty. But it sure as hell looks like you are.

[zozo]

(Hope you don't mind me joining!)

}Can you ever know how sorry I am?{
If time was my mistress I would turn it back

<sup>Autumnal hues were spreading with outstretched fingers as 'pon the zephry's breath came the lullaby of earth-song, lulling nature to a quiet slumber, drawing small mammels into a deep trance, and restitching the fauna's cloak's as they slept unknowingly. The Fall saving Mother Nature's creation, before the icy winter entwined its claws in a choking steel grasp. A crystal, pure emerald gaze followed the path of a lone leaf, the auburn stained fauna dropping in a rocking, feather motion from the bough of a towering tree. Lids flicked over these glistening spheres, lashes splaying against cheek for a moment as the fea blinked to sheild delicate voids from the squall. T'was an Appaloosa dove that stood alone 'pon the shores of the Tropical Isle, just giving time to think 'pon her favourite spot at her home. Yes, t'was home once more, not a prison. There was too much to think about really, but a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, now she and Windago were reunited as lover's should.

Polka dotted tiara shook, pistons absently shifting beneath chassi. The teasing breeze causing a slight chill 'pon the shoreline that was too persistant to stand idle. Daggers made fresh etches in the miniscule golden grains, soon to be washed away, unlike every carving left 'pon the fea's heart. The femmora's physique glided silently 'pon the shoreline in a steady, lazy 3 beat, following the line of lapping ripples that tugged at Oasis's striped dainty talons. Gripping and pulling at the shifting surface, but the motion came so naturally as the Appy felt as if she had spent an eternity 'pon the Isle.

Lifting dainty dial to the heavens, noting with wonder at the mottled marble patterns that stretched like wildfire, the gentle hues of a masterpiece, all created by nature. Before flaring nares, drawing a breath into lungs, and analysing the molecules of aroma's, searching for only one. Her beloved; Windago. Now their rift had been mended, the ex-Queen wanted to waste not another heatbeat when she and the inky behemoth could be joined. Thorns flicked 'pon cranium as the angel realised the Leige was not in his realms, and sparkling gaze turned out over the waves. Pistons slowing to a brisk amble, turning spotted figurine to the ocean's vat of azure liquid. The Sea Mother was resting, her pull on the tethers of the waves were harsh and taut, keeping the tides from swallowing the beach. And only a gentle sway of the waves meant crossing should lead to no peril.

Oasis walked with a gentle bob to into the sea, a slight gasp escaped moonwashed kissers as the chill water lapped up slender pistons. Creamy banner splayed 'pon the flawed mirror surface of the sea. Scythes pulled bodice futher into the clutches of the sea, until weight was completely given to the supporting liquid. Talons churned beneath the vix, her nape keeping visage above the water, pools set 'pon the shore of the mainland. In some light, the minx envisaged she could view two specks of equines halted 'pon the sands in the distance

As she glided closer, Oasis was proven correct with her theory, as the features of her beloved Windago could be made out 'pon a bulk of midnight. Pistons endlessly pulled her dotted physique ever closer, until spinning talons gripped the sea bed, clawing at the pebbles and sands. Weight was given back to powerful pistons, dragging lithe Appaloosa chassi up the beach. Oasis emerged from the aqua depths in a motionas fluid as the waves that pushed her gently on her way. Optics were fixed 'pon the great inky bulk of rippling sinew and a crown of gentle wisdom; Windago. Crystal runlets dripped from dotted bodice, streaming down pistons to be reunited with the ripples, physique now clear of the waves, talons gripping that coast of the mainland.

Her smooth motion did not halt until the dove halted at the side of her beloved, a soft nicker of welcome falling from labrums. Nape shook, flinging creamy locks about silky audits, releasing the clinging droplets. T'was not the weather to have emerged from icy liquid, the squall chilling the water 'pon the femmora's physique. The Appaloosa pressed against the ebony behemoth, the Leige's golden warmth spreading to heat Oasis's body and soul. Emerald spheres gazed up at her love, creamy tendrils entwining with the Freisan's lengthy onyx threads.

Gaze then swept her surroundings, the world coming back into focus after view was not smitten with Windago. Oasis was slightly suprised to notice another fea halted nearby, and after a swift inspection with a twist of thorns and flick of pools, the Appaloosa decided that Windago was on the hunt for new members to join the Isle.

The dotted fea was too late in joining to catch any of the previous lyrics that had tainted the litho, and so simply politely nodded feminine dial in the direction of the dappled stranger, awaiting until senses would collect more information before jumping in with melodies. She was not confident around strangers, and did not mingle with large groups easily, nor deal with those few difficult equines that can sometimes saunter through lands. The reasons she was not Queen material, and why Aurora was.

Oasis hoped she had not too greatly disturbed the meeting, especially since her status was no longer Queen. The dove glanced at the Lord, trying to read his reaction to her presence, she would excuse herself should she be causing a nuisance. She would lay down her life for Windago, and only hoped his golden heart stretched to envelope and forgive the dotted damsel that had done him wrong. He could never know how much she regretted her actions...they were meant to be. Oasis knew that now.</sup>

}But I know, yes now I know how lucky I am{
For you to take me back

[Meg]

./Windago
I heard your cry over leagues of wind,
And cried out back to you.
To hold you once more was a blessing so deep.

His small auds pricked as he heard her gasp; "Well I'll be damned." These words confused him. Why would she be damned? Was he a sight that hurt her eyes from hideousness, or was she surprised to see him? He wouldn't know for now. Lifting his coal skull to the sky, he tried to keep it at her height. He never liked to look superiour, even though he was the lord and king of one of the fairest of lands. His long tressels swept back on his back, making his appearnce even more elegant. His feathers that covered his large talons trembled in the night breeze. Speaking of night; the colors in the sky started to grow darker, and a few stars were visable. The sun was just visable on the horizen, reflecting off the water and lighting up his beautiful island, making it stand out.

His auds pricked and stood on end on his skull, the tips nearly touching as he looked right at the dappled femmora. The black fuzzy tips of his ears sometimes swiveled around; catching the sounds around them. An elegant sweep of his boa brought his skull down to the sands to ich his knee and the crashing of a large mass of long, curly tressels. Straightening up; he caught her next words; "Uhm...hi? Look, ya must have the wrong mare here. I ain't no royalty." Sure she was. If she let herself imagine it. Everyone was royalty in their hearts.

"But it sure as hell looks like you are.".... What did that mean? Did he look elegant and beautiful like a king? Or was that sarcasim he heard? If so, he didn't mind. It showed spunk in a mare. Chuckling softly, he touched his chest with his mug, nickering softly like laughter. Finally his deep trombones in his chest opened up and let the soft, deep rumble of his speech rumble into the night air.

"Ma'am. You deserve as much respect as royalty should."

The cold night air brought his words out in rolling white steam. Winter was coming. He would have to gather his herd up and run them far inland of his island to keep some from drowning. He would take them to the winter caves. Throughout spring, summer, and autumn they were forbidded to go into, for the winter grass was to be saved in the for long, stormy nights.

"Me? Royalty? I am just a steed of the wilderness, keeping my mares and family safe."

He said softly. Reaching out he touched her mug softly, breathing in her scent and blowing his into hers. A sign of friendship. The air became crisp and clean as his nares caught the scent of a very much so loved one on the breeze. Looking out to the now moonlighted wave he could make out of the ivory sheen of his love, Oasis. With a soft call to her, he watched her clamber out and come to his side. Nuzzling her wet hide, he leaned on her, warming her up. Shaking his boa he spilt his long, thick, curly tressels over her neck, just like a blanket.

Looking back to the dappled femmora, he spoke softly again, this time his name and title and the name of his lover.

"I am Windago, steed of the Tropical Isle." He pointed out to the moonwashed island not far out onto the horizen. "And this is my love, Oasis. The maiden of the Tropical Isle."

He ended softly. Touching Oasis cheek fondly he stood there. Waiting. What more was there to tell this femmora? Hopefully she would speak her name. He wished to learn more of her...

I'll hold you close forever.
I am your knight and you are my maiden.
I will protect you with all my might.

[desdamona]

((sorry meh muse died while I was working on meh site XP))

xx trying to be strong but its killing me
xx someone hear my cry

Dark optics focused on something in the scenery. Something that moved. Optics focused to see an appaloosa mare clambering over the dunes to greet them. Desdamona, although strong willed and outgoing, despised crowds. She felt so small and insignificant. And although three equine was not at all close to a crowd, she felt a slight twinge of nervousness shake her frame. Snort emitted from her nares as she dismissed her thoughts and was surprised to hear a chuckle. Cranium turned to look at him, a spark of confusion glittering in her optics for only a moment. As she was about to reply to his actions, his vocals vibrated like thunder. "Ma'am. You deserve as much respect as royalty should." Desdamona blinked. She was flattered, but also skeptical. Was he being truthful or just flattering her to get her to come with him? Despite the nagging thoughts in her mind she decided to trust the stag. Vocals vibrated softly, with a hint of sarcasm added.

"Well, now you know how to charm a lady now doncha?"

The soft chimes of her chuckling echoed softly through her. The winds were picking up, and she shivered slightly. Blasted autumn air was to send her to her graze no doubt. A pang of sympathy hit her as she gazed at the femme nearing them. Well, at least she was fucking wet. Sighing softly she listened silently to his vocals. And nodded, not wanting to break the spell of silence. Seemingly in a trance, she did not notice the leopard printed fae come alongside the stag. Optics were fixed on the sea, watching the waves in their methodical attacking of the shore and receding back into the sea. The gentle rhythm lulled the fae into her subconscious as she closed her lids and listened. Her nares flared as she caught the scent of the sea, and a contented smile cracked her lips for a moment.

And suddenly the spell was broken with the stallion's words pouring from his embouchment quietly. She gazed at the ocean, a flicker of sorrow grazing her optics before she gave the stag and his companion her full attention. Soft melodies left her parted labrums.

"I am Desdamona, and I reside no where, but the places I choose to rest my weary limbs."

[Meg]

[Occ; Waiting for Oasis.]

[zozo]

<sup>The dotted femmora's suspicions were right. This was another stray wonderer, whom the inky knight wished to rescue and offer an abode. Oasis smiled fondly, Windago had such a big heart, and the Appaloosa felt special to have an important part of it, just as he held her heart under lock and key.

Spheres turned to study this slender femmora with more detail. She was confident, anda t ease in her own skin.
Thorns flicked to cath Windago's low baritones, ever the gentleman he was. Lithe dotted chassi pressed closer against his own warm peltage, feeling his rippling sinew beneat her own coat. She was protected and safe, and mostimportantly...loved.

As the midnight stallion released her own blessing, Oasis nodded petite tiara to the other vix in greeting. She never was one with words, and frankly wasn't at ease around strangers.

Desdamona revealed her secret, and listeners pricked forth to catch her lyrics. The Appaloosa didn't wish to simply feel like a spare part, so let melodies flow autmoatically from voicebox

You are welcome to call Tropical Isle your abode, Desdamona. It is a fine realm, that offers food, shelter, land and of course, company.

Oasis was rather suprised at her own lyrics, but a gentle smile masked the confusion 'pon her facade. The dotted doe suspected t'was still in her mind from when she was Queen, to welcome and invite stray equines to Windago's kingdom. Voids suddenly glanced to the knight at her side, it now clicked that as she wasn't Queen, t'was not her place to invite others to the Isle. Aurora was the only other equine with the right to offer the abode to others. The glint her in her emerald pools stated her apology to the inky steed, and the femme wished she had remained 'pon the shores of the island. Where she can cause no harm. Weight was distributed more evenly 'pon her daggers, taking the strain of her lithe physique off the bulk of the Freisan at her side. Sinew tensed, plume flicked against haunches as the Appaloosa prepared to start the trek back to her home. Windago would not want her to stay and confuse the matters with prospect future members. Oasis always had the knack of spoiling things........</sup>

(bleh, that was choppy)

[desda]

((waiting for meg))