// you leave me breathless [p]

[cherry]

.it feels like i have always known you.

The shadows finally collapsed, bathing the dainty mare in a complete darkness. Nothing but the moon to shade her now. Perhaps she wasn’t too hard to spot, since her hide was splashed a flawless ivory. She really was perfect. Her perfectly crafted crown was tilted lightly towards the earth; her long, majestic stilts held her curved figure from the litho with ease. She may seem perfect, but you know how it goes, you can’t judge a book by its cover. Inside, she was rotting, and nobody knew it but her.

.and i swear i dreamt about you.

The moist ground was almost grey scaled from the dark. The long, emerald blades of grass tickled her cheeks, as jaws closed around them, and tugged them from their roots. Grinding them in the back of her mouth, she swallowed them soon after, and the process repeated. This was probably the best time to graze, no body else was here to watch her. It relaxed her, with the night’s gentle breeze fluttering past her lithe frame. Lids sheathed her ice azure pools slowly, exhaling her breath in contempt.

.i can’t help but surrender.

Allowing the remains of the grass to slither down her throat, she rose her skull from the below, and shook her fringe from her eyes, before she scanned the area for movement. It seemed as if she was alone so far, which made her feel a lot less tense then already. The late hour caught up with her, making her feel drowsy. Lowering her knees, she crossed each hooven over each other, lower appendages touching the foliage, and tucking her self up on the lithosphere. Now lying gently against the ground, she adjusted her position for more comfort, her harks alert and erect on her skull.

.my everything to you.

[cherry]

[ private for opium ]

[D o v e]

/you knew all along this day would come...

Darkness. It was simple and cool; hardly a breeze stirred the night air. The soft exhales of a stallion could be seen in the chilling air as black painted the scenery its darker shade where the colors of the forest lay. The small white puffs issued from his nostrils He too was a beast of night; the canvas of his coat marred with no flecks of another color, it was pure black. Heavy feathered hooves from his Friesian blood, pounded the earth like mallets to soft wood, leaving a little trail of dents behind to mark where he had been.

/but you couldn't clue me in...

Opium was the stallion's name, but what did it matter...few knew him anyway. He was not in the habit of becoming acquainted with anyone, what was the point anyway? Thoughts raced and now so did his pace. Hooves raised higher, more action, faster gait. Trot boy, trot...and he obeyed. What a silly thought- to obey your own brain, nay...it was more normal this way. The hard, serious facade managed to crack a small grin. It was the speed mind you, only the thrill of seeing the blackened blurs of shapes rush by. Faster, faster boy! C'mon let's see what you've got. And so the stallion pushed himself farther, spurring on by the voice inside his head. Adrenaline rushed, a temporary drug to cure the boredom he had felt. Long, ground-eating strides. Faster, faster...until the earth was no more and his heart soared. But heavy as the skipping rock across the calm lake surface, his heart sank fast as the stones did into the lake after the energy burst was gone. The voice in his head sounded of man, and it was not willing him on...it was a command.

/how cruel to build my hopes up...

As quickly as the ecstasy had come is disappated; vanquished by the memory of wretched man and his confines so many years ago. How dare they wall him in. How dare they make him play puppet. He was no fool and did not comply. Never he had told himself, time and time again, never shall I bend to their every whim. Opium had made himself a silent vow to never bow his head for the man that wanted to use him and the same that wanted him dead. The stallion was proud, but was not pride a rightful thing for him to have? Should he submit to those who walked on only two legs and had to use extensions of their arms to whack his hide? No. No. No. He had escaped their metal boxes and he did not plan to ever return; only foul memories lingered at that farm. Wait...no, that was not entirely true. Was there not a mare?

/only to tear them down again...

Yes, there was a mare...her name, why could he not remember her name...her face- why had he not remembered...her eyes- why could he not recall...wasn't she the one, for whom he was willing to risk it all? His pace now was walk and his mind was deep in thought. The old memories, the old stings of pain...but also the old friend, perhaps more than that had she been, but alas- why could he not remember her? So focused was he upon his thoughts, that he did not notice the ivorn mare lying in the silver moonlight's beam until he was only feet away.

/quit playing with my heart...

So wrapped in his own mind that his hooves had lead him towards a scent that they had found and yet he was not even aware that he was walking anywhere. He halted as the hard, focused, brown eyes caught sight of ivory tassels. Slowly his vision widened to include the rest of the mare's resting form and he was too shocked to say a word...he only hoped that his approach was not awoken the sleeping angel just yet....for it was her, the one that he could not remember....

/and open up my eyes...

[ooc: *laughs* god it sounds like a tragic love story ^^...well I guess it kind of is. He never really told the mare that he liked her when they were at the farm together, she was just his friend.]

[cherry]

[ooc: N'aww, this is so cute!]

Skull met with the soft tickle of the grass surrounding her crown for the time being, repeating the eye close, but with more of a force then a decision. Her breath rippled the blades as her lone breath shifted through the grass. She fell into a very light breath, still alert and skittish to any noise. She was hidden in the grass, but she was out in open space, which scared her. Knowing some one may take notice of her lying in the middle of an emerald trail and lush, fresh grass. This was a popular area.

She wasn’t used to this. Constantly being on alert for any sound, or whisper. Normally, she’d be able to put complete trust in her surroundings, because she knew there were gates to keep other equines out. But here, she was almost too vulnerable. She wished she could relax, and not have to spend another sleepless night here. This was becoming too much of a change, she wished she was back in that stable, with nothing but the silence, and the onyx stallion occasionally looking over to her stall.

She missed that place. And she missed him. He was just about the only friend she had ever had, every other horse she had ever met found her not worthy of befriending, or just, a waste of time to speak to. Thus, Aletta eventually gave up on ever putting an effort into attempting to meet some one other then her dearest stag friend. His name was distant, though she knew it was roughly based along the lines of Onyx, or Optic. It was on the tip of her tongue, and she felt selfish not being able to remember.

So far, every thing had remained silent, as Aletta drifted off into a light slumber. Her heart beat regular, and the warmth increasing as she lay still. Her frame crushed the blades below her, making almost a bed for her to lie in, and a security layer around her. It was uncomfortable, and wet, but it was the best she had. She hadn’t gained a herd yet, too unfamiliar with a harem’s way, too unfamiliar that she would be unable to adjust to it. So, being unwelcome every where else, she found herself here.

Soon, shuffles, and crunches became audible to Aletta. But, still being in a light sleep, she was unable to react to it. Lobes ended up resting upon her crown, and nasals flared constantly, her last source of being able to gain a source of information around her. It was a strong scent, a strong, masculine scent. It wasn’t pleasant; any male scent was not at all pleasing. The noises became louder, her chasms rising over her skull, and swerving towards it. Creamy hues strayed to follow it, spotting the large, ebon bulk, she was slow to realise, and her vision harder to focus on the object.

[D o v e]

He stood still, towering above the ivory mare's resting form. His eyes were wide and white-rimmed...it was too unbelieveable that he had a hard time believing it was real. The mare's eyes seemed to try and focus upon his onyx hide and she still did not rise. Slowly, and cautiously, he extended his soft plush black muzzle out to her. His eyes scrutinzing every inch of her body, his ears pricked as far forward as they could be. Opium sought to touch her, to assure himself that she was real and not an illusion conjured by his mind by mere memory.

While muzzle still remained outstretched he whispered softly, for he felt that it would be rude to question a mare who had just been sleeping with a loud, rough tone.

You look so familiar...what is your name?

His eyes were soft now, as they only could be for the one who could melt his heart, their chocolate colored depths gazing directly into hers...searching, searching and praying and hoping....that this was her.

Since they had last seen each other, both had grown. Opium had been two years younger than at current, so he was five....two years had faded the memory til it was nearly forgotten, but now here was the mare that walked in his dreams every night and he could not remember her name, not even in his dreams did he know. He remembered now. She had been in the metal cage right next to his, they had talked, they had laughed...she had been his only reason for not breaking down the fence and breaking free, because he wouldn't leave her. However, neither would he obey the humans and so they shipped him off from that farm to another, but he escaped their hold in the transfer. How he remembered that it had torn his heart to have to leave her, they had to drag him onto that trailer fighting...if he remembered right they had to sedate him and he still fought.... Opium hasn't seen her since now, nor did he ever imagine that he would meet her again....

God..........she hadn't changed a bit, still the most gorgeous mare he had ever seen.

[cherry]

Finally, a clear figure appeared through her optics. It was happening too quickly, and her mind had just woken, and so had her eyes. She was unable to realise there was a stallion in front of her, until a skull was bent towards her. She instantly squealed, jerking back her crane. Hind stilts leaned backwards, propping her rump behind her, raising her torso off the ground, and lifting her complete bulk off the ground, she stood now a fair distance away from the stallion.

Now, she was alert to the situation. A large, ebon draft stag had lowered his head towards her, and Aletta had flung herself in the opposite direction in fear, and now, he asked her her name. Familiar? How could Aletta seem familiar to any one? Perhaps while attending riding school lessons, perhaps he was another horse there. He seemed oddly close to the appearance of her beloved friend. She was too sceptical to believe some thing like that, that was too un real.

“Aletta.”

The un-social mare chirped. She was hesitant to reply, her nerves bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Lowering her crown in submission, stilts clung together, she almost lost her balance. Harks pressed against her crown, as she exhaled a choppy breath.

“Wh - Who’re you?”

[D o v e]

His soft muzzle had been outstretched near to her face and when she squealed and rose he drew his muzzle back like a coiled snake. He hadn’t meant to frighten her; it just was so hard for him to believe that it was her. Opium apologized quickly in a soft voice before she even spoke her name.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.

The muscles under his raven-black coat quivered, but he made no move to go towards her…he had frightened her enough. His neck relaxed and his held was not held high in dominance, but before him as if in a leisurely walk. Ears perked forward to catch every word she spoke, but the first word he heard made him deaf to all other sounds. Her name…that was her name, Aletta…it really was her. His whole body went rigid and his eyes went wide with shock. It was too much, what were the chances that of all the places in the world he found her here. He had just assumed her dead, it had made it easier to deal with the pain of when he was forced to leave her. Humans were such cruel and unforgiving creatures. They tore him away from his only friend in the world and that had changed him for the worst… Now that she was here, right here before him, he couldn’t think of a word to say. He barely heard her question, her voice was so far off to him, but it was the way she said that brought him back. She sounded frightened and it pained him to have made her this way, she was a bundle of jittering nerves. His soft chocolate eyes returned to normal size and you could see the pained expression in his eyes when he saw the way she was standing. Aletta looked terrified; she had her head down in submission and her legs were so close together she was nearly falling over. He spoke again to the ivory mare, taking a small step forward towards her.

Please don’t – don’t be afraid… I didn’t mean to frighten you.

He lowered his head again, lower than hers and looked at her with soft brown eyes through his thick, wavy black forelock. He kept his voice quiet and soft, he didn’t want her to run away.

Please remember, please? You have to remember…My name is Opium, please remember me Aletta… I thought for so long that you were dead, but here you are – please, please remember me.

His voice shook slightly, such longing, pain, and sorrow in his words. She had to remember, what would he do if she didn’t? No, he couldn’t think of that. She would remember him, she had to remember him. The last time she had seen him he was five and the humans were loading him onto that horrid metal box, the last time he had seen her had been from the confines of the trailer as it pulled out of the drive. God, she had to…it would just kill him if she didn’t. His soft brown eyes pleaded with her, it was so strange and foreign to him, to plead and be so desperate for a mare to just remember his name at the very least.

[cherry]

Don’t be afraid. So many stallions had told her not to be afraid, how could she not be afraid? They were naturally stronger then females and it scared her to fall under the hooven of one. But this time was different, she had obeyed, and not just because she was afraid of what might happen if she didn’t. Lobes that laid upon her skull tightly, as slowly lifted back to normal height, and quizzical expression lay over her mask. As he stepped forward, and began to speak, Aletta listened, and watched his every move to make sure he wouldn’t cause any harm without her alert, and ready to flee if he did.

That name, Opium. The name she racked her brain for, and he spoke it. No, he couldn’t be Opium. He was lying. He was just trying to get her hopes up, and then hurt her. But how would he know? Pale blue pools shifted from his skull, and dared to wander to his eyes. You know what they say; your eyes are a window to your soul. Ooids swept over his, his creamy, chocolate brown mirrors now reflected into hers, and a grin was soon to spread across her jaws, it was him. You couldn’t match those eyes, that expression. He had changed, though. He was a lot bigger.

“Opium...”

The pale splashed mare whispered under her breath, lips remained curved, and auds flattened against her skull again. Her tense figure relaxed, and returned to its normal state. She took a light step forward, and drove her muzzle under neath his, and nuzzled his chin before she pulled away. God knows why fate brought them together again.

“I remember.”

[D o v e]

Opium had managed to keep himself from running to her because she hadn't seemed to remember at first. It had been so difficult to be patient for her to remember, his ears were perked as far forward as he could manage and they strained to hear her. She said something in a whisper, his name... and for a second his heart plummeted, the tone sounded like she didn't remember. His head lowered slightly and he closed his eyes after she had gazed deep into his depths, but just as soon as he did so, Aletta had thrust her muzzle underneath his and his eyes snapped open in surprise, but they softened as she pulled back and said that she remembered. A great weight lifted off his heart and he felt like he could literally fly. Soon as she spoke, he moved forward and laid his muzzle on her withers, closing his eyes he said softly.

I thought I'd never see you again...

He was so glad to have her back in his life, and he never intended on letting her out of his sight ever again. Opium did not wish to remove his head from her back, but he had to...it was kind of hard to speak this way. Opium's black head withdrew from her back and he hesitated, then asked.

What happened after I left?

[cherry]

A shiver ran up her spine as his skull rested along her back, but she exhaled her nervous breath, ridding her of all concern. She shut her lids over blue opals, and brushed her muzzle along the nearest patch of flesh, which was his thick crane. When he removed it, she removed her maw as well, and listened as he spoke.

“They got rid of me too.”

She spoke quietly in soft tones. Aletta was still drowsy, and wasn’t sure when she’d be able to slumber now, but she wasn’t ready to think about sleep any more, since she wanted to have a conversation with Opium, she hadn’t seen him in so long, it was good to hear his calming voice again, the one that often put her to sleep, and the one that comforted her when she was ill. It had always been so simple back at the barn; she couldn’t say she didn’t miss it. Because she did, more then anything. Well, now that opium had returned.

She clashed her pools with his again. It felt awkward looking into some one else’s eyes again, she wasn’t used to it. The only eyes she had ever stared into were her mothers, and Opium, but it had been so long. It was sort of hard to believe he was here in person now, it wasn’t every day you met one of the only equine’s you ever trusted.

“Please don’t leave me again.”

[ooc: Sorry for the wait =x School just started. All of my posts are becoming so clique.]