.star gazer

[Meg]

<sup><sub>Quick snaps of her knees where heard, her joints popping at the speeds she ran at. Her dial was tilted up and to the side as she ran, her wild, white ringed orbs looking up at the black sky dotted with stars. It was almost like she was looking for trouble, the way she ran with her nose to the sky like that.

Her long mane reached back and snapped against her blades in a fury of smoky colors, her tail was arched over her withers. She ran like her father, the great Albino, crazed stag. Her speed was 30 mph and stretching, her long limbs reached and recoiled quickly. Her too long hindquarters making her stride longer then most horses, watching her run was like watching a jackrabbit run.

Suddenly, with out the slightest hint of a notion, she fell to the ground, rolling, stood up, looking around with her nose high in the air. Her white rimmed orbs holding a dangerous look of a crazed horse. With out no reason at all, her hind feet did a quick step to the side, and slammed into the ground with much force, making her frount daggers sink lower into the ground. Spinning around like she was a ballet horse, she took off in the same speed, only in a differnet direction.

Yet again, after a few moments of running like she was being chased, she dropped to the ground, and rolled and stood silently again. There were not logs for her to trip on or anything. The truth was, she wasn't even tripping, she did it herself. She was crazed as crazed could be, as she stood silently looking, her pretty dappled face with the slight Arabian dish in it pointed to the sky, her white rimmed orbs rolling crazily.

She allowed a puff of air to be releashed from her bodice, through her wide paper thins. Anger lashed into her orbs, and she jumped to the side, slamming her hind daggers into the sand once more, spinning, and then taking off in the direction she had come, yet again.

Suddenly, she stopped in half stride, and didn't drop to the turf, but stood silently, looking about her, her dial still to the sky.

Crazy, whispered that voice in her mind. A crackling sound like an old radio not in tune, echoed in her mind a little tune. A jazzy one, most humans called it Little Brown Jug, the song, she called it Crazy. With a wild scream she lunged forth and began bagging her dial upon a nearby tree.

Wham! Wham! the sound cracked out into the distance. Finally, she knocked herself silly, and she slide to the sands, unconious.</sub></sup>
((I'm bored.. Plez don't let this post go to the garabage, someone reply..plez?))[/sub][/sup]

[stitchedskull]

(oooh.... my crazy horse can send her a visit. ^^)

Bang bang.

Bang bang.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

Boom.

Bang bang.

The guns.

Help.

The guns.

Bang bang.

The guns.

Help.

The guns.

Kill them all.

Bang bang.

The pain seared like a billion hot needles, pressing tighter and tighter the dull black hide. The mind aflame, the auds hidden from the sounds of the guns and bombs that lit the air for the stallion. Ebon flints carried him through the thin hands of the ocean, sending a great spray to the air, only to fall back and settle away, dragged out to the sea to be forgotton forever. A glorioes banner of silver tore back, claws scratching at the black and golden sky, trying to be rid of such a beast.

Hollow pools rolled, then shut tightly as he screamed a great cry, sharp and scratched like an old, dusty record, that was often too stuborn to play a thing. As he ran he stopped suddenly, spray gashing the still air before him, then falling with the rest, the ocean stilling and crawling back, wounded and scared to the great depths of the sea.

The guns.

Turn away.

The guns.

Stand and fight.

The guns.

Kill them all.

Bang bang.

Was freedom so sweet? No. Death was what was sweet. It was the hands of the mysteriouse darkness so many called death that would finally sooth the raging creature's mind that now stood so solitary and lone in the charging and retreating waters.

The guns.

The stallion picked pace again, strong legs carrying him foreward. Faster and faster. Fear nipped his heals, horror taughting his ears. He sceramed once more, the fear leaving, fleeding from the mighty sounds with horror. Only to return again.

Bang bang.

He stopped, reared and mauled the life suport of air before him, empty black pools raging with a anger few equine could drag up fromt eh pits of Hell in their stomach. He could. A part of his mind mose stallions and mares had locked away in a acage, the key lost forever. This beast... did not have that cage. It was broken and rusted, a gaping hole in the side to lets the demons come out and play, bringing the guns.

The guns.

Bang bang.

The guns.

Kill them all.

The horses.

No horses. Blood. Rage. Fury.

No.

It was horses.

A mare.

Juse one.

The stallion studdying the darkness about him, large crazed pupils darting about. Dark. Dark. Darker. The mare. Dead? No. Sleeping? Perhaps. It was a long moment before he moved. Flee? Maul? Examine.

He picked his flints up high as he pranced from teh water, dragging them through the plush sand to the still body. He stood abover her, foreflints at her back as he watched her. Not dead. Not sleeping. Unconsiouse. Boa fell, head landed lightly on her withers, nipping and giving the flesh a tug before leaping back, forelegs splayed, head down, nares open.

(Better? ^^ I got too excited about my post to remember she was passed out.)

[Meg]

<sup><sub>((Much better! Thanks!))
Searing, ripping pain. Darkness? Dizziness, the world..spinning, around and around.

An angry, crazed scream was whipped from her maw, as the stag nipped deep into her percious hide, the angry crimson blood oozing from her wound. Her bodice swayed as she stood to a standing poise. Her auds pinned close to her skull. Echoing silence..

Her orbs were squeezed shut, her dial once more poised into the sky, though no orbs to stare up to the sky. Dancing with devilesh movements on long, cracked talons, she swept away from the creature of pain.

A cracking sound of her knees as she staggered to the ground once more, off balance. Opening on white rimmed orb, and then the other, she stared at the sky angerily. With a heave, she lifted her bodice off the ground by her hind talons and stood wavering in the sky. With a snort and a pludge to the ground, she shook her dial for side to side, her hind talons lifting from the ground beneth her.

A pause, and then the earth shaking boom as she slammed her frount talons to the earth, and took off in her gallop, racing the skies a speeds unknown to common mules as she knew of the other horses of her race. Her arabian crown high in the sky, her crazed orbs never leaving the sky to watch her step. Her nose high and looking for trouble. The sounds of her feet drumming on the hard packed sands... Her figure in the moonlight as she raced over the horizen, only, the instant she seemed to waver away, she slipped back to the earth, rolled, stood up and took off running from wince she came, towards the stag at an earth shaking speed, her nares flared and her orbs ringed with the crazed white, a scream ripping from her lungs...</sub></sup>

[stitchedskull]

Pain gripped his body as the sky spun and earth came prancing up to meet him. The sands flew away from under him in a terrified flurry, the trees standing above in silent mockery. Distant waves laughed as they watched the blades flash violently, stricking nothing but the stary sky, flashing over the moon. Pools rolled as they watched the discombobulation of the world around him. Watching the sky light with the bombs, and the horses and men around him fall. Fall down to misery. He screamed, sure he had been struck down with a bullet, his invisable rider crushed below him thinning weight to drown in the blood-muddied earth.

He screamed again, panic strangling his fluttering heart as he rolled to his side and landed on his flints, leaping back like a fighting wolf, head down to attack the charges. Nothing. Just a mare who had crashed into him.

Realization and the calming surealily of reality landed on his back. The old rider calmed the stallion as he cocked his ebon head at her.

Perhaps he could make mends. Calm her. Befriend her. Yes. Wouldn't that be nice? A friend? Whatever they were.

He approached her slowly, nickering gently to her, speaky soothing equestrain words in snuffles and snorts, head down, boa stretched to reach her. He tapped her side tenderly with his cool mug, then pulled back if she were to react as she did.

He ignored the guns.

He had hopes of finding a friend.

"Shhhh." He hissed quietly. "Calm down. I wont hurt you."

[Meg]

Eh? What's this?

Cool touch of a mug, gentle tones that held the certain chance of an hidden attack.. No...No! Crazy.. The tunes of the song rippled in her mind once more, the static from the radio crackling in her auds.

She pinned her auds flat to her crown, her dial tipped to the moon, her white rimmed orbs staring coldly down at the stag from her arabic pose to the moon. Her paper thins rimmed red, and a snort pulsed through her bodice, speaking back to him in his horsey speech that she barely understood anymore.

A smack of her talon to the earth and a wild scream was ripped from her maw as he touched her, but she didn't shy or strike out at the steed. No, she would toy him and find what he wished of her and her crazed mind. Her long banner snapped at her sides, leaving foot long welts on either side of her rump.

Finally, her dial lower to the earth, where she gently blew at the golden sands. Her orbs remained fixed on the stag, unblinkingly.

One aud pricked, then the other, listening to the soft hiss that left his maw, her auds pinned after he spoke, and her dial snapped up into the sky once more, her jaw tipped to the moon.

Her dial tilted, long moments passed until she let her own sing-song voice float into the air beside her with a breath of wind.

If that is what you say.. I shall believe you..

[stitchedskull]

Dancing like raging tribesmen, his auds flickered up, to the sides, back and down, dodging the sounds of the cannons and flicking to the whiz of a passing bullet. Once he gave a snort and reared from an attacking figure, striking out at it, but came in contact with nothing but the air, and trambled the body that lay in the sands, breathing heavily.

As Truth calmed he looked at the mare with large, terrified eyes, that rolled to the white as he watched her, auds laying flat in his lush blond banner.

"My curse is Inverted Truth." He knew the guns were there. He knew she couldn't see them, hear them, feel them. But the pain in his bleeding side felt so real.

[Meg]

Her auds flickered to the side, she really did hate that horsey speech, she barely understood it. But she understood it enough to figure out what his blessing was. Her jaw was still tipped to the moon, her dial tilted slightly, acknowledging his namesake.

She spun in a circle, her pools wide in anger. That damn music! Boom, boom, boom. Pounding in her auds. Squealing softly and stamping her feet in irritation, she looked at the stag. He didn't seem to notice the damn music, but he whirled and danced as though something was attacking him.

She didn't mind, she had her own problems to deal with. Snorting softly, she bowed her dial slightly, before pronouncing her name with a Spanish accent.

Cigarette, would be my namesake, Truth.

Her accent rolled the "r" in her name, making it Cigarrrette. She danced slight to the side, reared and stamped her talons on the ground beneath her, hoping to smash the damn radio that pounded out the static music.[/sub][/color]

[stitchedskull]

<sup>Alas. It was another sanity banished horse. Poking into common thoughts he wondered why she was so. He found it might be rude to ask her, and he assumed his words unsettled her as she leaped about, danto the music she loathed. But he did not know. All he knew was the guns and the war he fought alone. But why her? Why a beautiful fea, to suffer the insanity only old warrior stags and darkings should endure. Who was cruel enough to reap this Hell in her mind? He didn't question who in his mind. He knew who damned well. He just wondered why. Why were men so? Why did you control it all with guns, spilled blood and torturing the innocents. They sing of beauty and heaven, but they act on thirst and Hell. What made /them/ so? What made us so? No God can perform such evils. No demon cares of petty things. Perhaps it was fate. Yes.... fate. that damned thing fate. So blind it was. So blind. The sweet are crippled, the cruel are gorgeouse. Oh fate is so blind.


"Mistress... pardon my abscurity... but what is it that makes you dance with such fury?"

After his words flew free, he as ashamed, and rose a flint to his ebon breast, pacing back once, leaning on his hinds to bound away. bound away forever and never return. Never hear those guns. Never see the crazy dancing vixen. Never know why men were so. Never know where fate would lead him.</sup>

[Meg]

Nares were flared out, and her breath was wisked into the wind in a snort. She rolled her white rimmed orbs to the stag, his words sinking into her hide. She stopped quickly, her jaw tipping back up to the moon, her orbs filling with it's white light. She was still, the music paused, nothing but the steady crackling of the static.

Her beautiful dappled hide shone sweetly in the moonshine. The moon. It was her curse, it ruled her nights, turning on the wicked music, as the monn left, the radio was turned off. Her long creamy tassels danced in the wind behind her, and her banner was raised slightly, her femme scent reaching the air.

The crackling stopped. Ah, silence entered her mind as the radio was turned off.

Shaking her dial slightly, she sighed and looked at the turf. She shook from her dial clear down to her banner, shaking the radio free momentarily from her. Looking the stag in his orbs, her orbs were returned to dark pupils of a sane horse. She would be this way for a while, and then she would return to craziness.

She noticed he was ashamed of his words, shaking her dail slightly, she reached out and blew a breath a friendship in his nares, letting him know it was okay to question her, she loved to be questioned.

Don't be ashamed, questions are what built a relationship.... Frienship she added quickly. I dance crazily to the song that plays in my head, the steady crackling of the static in the radio, it comes and goes. It will turn back on in a minute or two.

She said in a soft voice, and almost like she called it, her orbs rimmed with white, and her jaw was tipped to the moon. The music steadily crackling in her auds, that she pinned to her skull, trying to block the sound out that drove her mad.

[stitchedskull]

Prancing from left forefoot, to right forefoot, kicking up clouds of sand with each one. The blond banner danced back and forth in sways as his skull rocked and snapped back as if by a bit, then dropped to his boa. If remained there as he screamed to himself, then snorted and dropped his hinds to the sand with a thunk as he sat on his haunches. He could stil feel the blood mixing with his tight girth, the weight of a dead rider 'pon his spine.

"Don't listen." He himself tried blocking out the guns. It was fairly simple now. He knew it wasn't real... he knew he would never die from a bullet. But, alas... he would never die from a bullet, and the pain was real. Truth rose his skull, feeling the rider's weight shift uncomfortably. Perhaps if he spoke to her, the music would leave.
"Ignor it. That's what I do." He stood quickly and arched his boa, then tipped his mug up and placed it just stop her and aplied force enough to inform her to drop her muzzle.
"Don't do what it makes you want to do." It was a fact he had learned as he was broken. Instinct told him to flee and panic... but he soon realized to ignor it, and the pain would be less and shorter. He hoped he could save the pretty creature.

[Meg]

Hearing his words, barely, but she heard them through the pounding of the drums, and the whistle of the flute, and boom of the trumpets. She shook her dial as he tried to lower her moon tipped mug. With a wild snort and a back kick of her hide talons, she scrapped the sands.

Her orbs locked with his, trying to stop the sounds, trying to not listen as he told her. Her auds were pinned. Every thing in her told her to leap, to run, to fall. To block it out. To block it out.. Maybe if she didn't try to block it out, it would go away.

Her orbs were nearly squinted shut as she tried so hard not to listen, but they became relaxed as her auds lifted. The sound came in quick and loud. Flinching, she reared with a powerful scream, her talons scrapping the night sky. Then peace, a calming song washed over her auds. Gentle, soft. Something new that she had never heard. She pricked her auds, as she lowered slowly back to the turf, her front talons touching the ground. She liked this new song, it was soft, gentle, it calmed her.

With a glance at him, she smiled. Her mug was placed to a normal postion. Her orbs were calmed to a gentle shine of light honey brown. Her dappled hide was soaked with sweat from her breaking free. Her smoky red banner flipped from side to side, her tassels gently danced on her boa, her muscles shook with exhaustion.

Smiling gently, she touched his boa, moving close to him.

Thank you.

He had helped set her free, well, kinda. She still heard the sounds, but at least she didn't mind them at the moment. She needed to help him now.

[stitchedskull]

<sup>Just those two words eased the battle behind the stallion's ebon auds. It slowed and stilled, the tarnished bullets frozen in air, the clouds of dust hovering in space. His lips parted, then Hell came back to him.

"You're welcome." The stallion watched in horror as he saw a gun come loose from a man's grasp and fall into the mare, bullets tearing through her flesh. A scream of pain broke from her in the bronc's eyes, and one of horror from his. He leaped at her, kicking the invisable weapon and rearing up beside her. His fore kinves ran, but his hinds held him down. He lifted, then threw his forehalf to the sands, screaming as he leaped away from her as he saw her fall, and teh sudden sound of a nearby explosion. The sound echoed and died out with the fiery dust, leaving the scene barren and dead, but the mare standing before him.</sup>

(It's terrible, but I must get off.)

[Meg]

<sup><sub>The moment was broken, when he leapt out to attack her. Shying to the side, but not quick enough. She flet his knives graze over her side, tearing a deep slash into her hide. The pain came quick and fast. The blood oozed down her shoulder. She was never one when it came to pain.

Falling to the sands, she lay there for a moment, panting and squealing with pain. Then, she remembered the stag. He might kill her! Tear and rip her to peices, but why? After he had calmed her raging music and senses, would he attack?

She didn't care, she had to get away. Leaping to her talons, she looked long in his orbs, hers questioning his, before she torn off, the blood from her wounds falling on the sands, leaving a trail to her distenation.</sub></sup>

[stitchedskull]

(He hadn't acctaully attacked her. He thought a soldier shot at her, and so he attacked the gun next to her, thusly, air.)

[Meg]

((I know..But she shied at his sudden moment, and he collided with her..So..Her being no in the right mind figure he had attacked.))