[. mixed feelings .]

[darkwings]

when you look up and see . . .

A lightning bolt lit up the raven black sky, for a second, and then it was dark again. Golden hued auditives pricked forward, almost eager to catch the thundering sound that would certainly follow. And even though the flash had been so bright, threatingly dangerous, the rumbling sound took longer than expected to reach the mahogany huntress’s hollows. The night was dark again, and silent. The dryad let her pinnacles fall back to their usual position. She couldn’t hear anything now, apart from her own inhaling of the life-containing oxygen, and exhaling of the useless part.

when the stars fall out of the sky . . .

Was it even smart to be out on this type of night ? Probably not, but did she care . . . The feeling of danger drew her towards it, with a cape of mystery folded around, that attracted her. Night, the beach, the waves seeming to prepare to crash down on her fragile frame within a few seconds. She wasn’t out at night because she was dark. She had travelled through so many lands, where equines used words such as light and dark. She had ever been able to call herself one of that. She had always been different. Evil, she had never been, but gentle and polite to every being that crossed her path ? Not either. She showed respect to those who had earned it, for she wasn’t dumb. Yes, there were actually some brains inside of that skull of hers.

when darkness reigns the world . . .

Light, dark, it was all mixed in this ebonite banshee, in a very special dance, whirling around each other. One day light would lead the dance, the other day darkness would. In that case, you better not say a word to her, unless you were special to her. Or was it more a fight than a dance ? Not really, it did not kill her – not yet anyway, and she supposed it was quite amusing to watch. And to her, it was fun, to feel how she felt, to be who she was. And a téké she was, perhaps not as tall as many other equines of other lineage, but she was content with her height. She wasn’t that small. And loyal. Oh, she was very loyal. When it suited her.

and when you see her fall down . . .

These lands were new to her, yet she didn’t mind that. As mentioned above, she has walked many parts of the great lithosphere, and this was just one of them. But maybe she would be accepted in this one. Something that had never happened before. Because she was – she herself liked to call it special. Others might call it weird. If this would not happen to be a home for the golden femme, she would leave again, with the knowledge of these lands added to her wisdom. Wisdom she’s rather not share with others. She was self centered, but she wasn’t evil.

then maybe, you can see her cry . . .

[cherry]

It was hard leaving everything he wanted to see again so badly. And it was probably a mistake, too. They were all so happy together though, they all had someone to clutch close too – Akkan? No, female’s only ever wanted him for the high position he wanted to give to some one so badly, someone to cuddle next to at night, but nobody was ever honest. It was dark, he was cold, and he would be returning to a lonely home where all his mares gave up on him, finding him unable to look after a herd. Well he’ll show them. And he rest of the world that he was actually worth something. This wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve this.

Damp feathers over laid his motioning hoovens, as the gentle giant made his way silently across the golden grains. The beach reminded him of home. In fact, he had grown up on sand. He was birthed on sand-dusted earth, and immediately taken to the island. Now, in the desert. The vast, silent desert. He tossed his skull in the air, exhaling the breath he held in his throat to swallow the scents. He became nervy from the strikes reflecting from the sky and into the large pool of water – you might even say he adopted his mother’s phobia of storms. It was stressful, because there was so much noise, and nothing was peaceful.

His birth mother always had those big brown eyes, which Akkan had inherited. Lifting his butter scotch lenses lifted, and swept across the earth. Spotting nothing but a lone mare. He watched her with concern; as he kept his four beat relaxed pace. Like I said, it was cold, and dark, it was no time to be out alone. He forced himself to ponder whether or not she’d care to reside in his harem, since that train of thought was supposed to come natural to a lead stallion. He didn’t actually care, as long as she was okay. He was such a teddy bear.

Slowing to a light-stepped trot, his halted his ebon bulk a respectable distance away from the vix, allowing a slick nicker to release from his lips in her direction, to catch her attention. Harks lifted from their position, and became erect onto of his broad skull. The draft remained quiet, until another loud ring of thunder vibrated through the clouds. Kissers parted immediately, and absent-mindedly emitted words. She might as well turn him down, he seemed pushy at times, and never meant to.

“‘scuse me miss, it isn’t safe! You must find shelter!”

[darkwings]

She was exhausted from her journey. She didn’t know what day it was, she didn’t know what time it was, she could only tell it was night, by the darkness of the sky, dark clouds hiding the moon that should be present. Although. When it was storming like it was now, one couldn’t even be sure of that. It would darken the sky, so that day even looked like night. One of so many nights, when the darkness revealed the true beauty of the world she had been roaming for a bit more than three years by now. Half of it she had spent with her parents, the other half she had spent travelling, from here to there, to yet another place she had never seen before. Never could she find the right place, for her, she, whom was so insecure, who felt like no one else would ever feel – at least, that was her view on it.

Optics were enchanted by the storm – it was something special. And sure, storms often occurred, but few great ones like tonight. Meanwhile, she had decided that it was night. Too bad if it wasn’t. A soft snort emitted from her nares, as if telling the weather it could fuck off if it was day. If Eclipse had decided it was night, then it was night. No matter what. But something broke the enchantment. Her orbs’ gaze flashed downwards when her hollows caught a nicker. If he had wanted her attention, he had succeeded. He had got it now. Sometimes, she felt as if she were in a trance, and though she wasn’t pleased if someone broke that trance, she knew it was good. For otherwise, things could happen. Nasty things, like losing her life. And she didn’t want that yet.

Pools narrowed a bit, not exactly happy, as the masculine had disturbed her. For a masculine it was, obviously. And a draft. He could do anything to her if he wished. An invisible shiver ran down the baroness’s spine, and she raised her cranium, as if trying to stand as tall as possible. She felt small, fragile, and weak. And not exactly safe. But that wasn’t the weather’s fault. His tones didn’t sound calm. Was he scared ? But then, why would he be out here ? To save lone mares ? Sure, sovereigns weren’t like that. Or were they ?
Frame startled when another rumble pierced the silence that followed the stag’s lyrics. She hadn’t expecting the thunder to come this fast again.
Her ironic nature, the one that often mixed with her vocals and scared others away, came to the surface as she spoke. Though she wasn’t trying to be rude to this brujo. He was kind of polite – despite disturbing here – so she should try to be too.

Must I ? A short silence followed her words, but she didn’t give the onyx male the chance of replying first. I like this.

[cherry]

So his assumption was right, she was in fact a she. A pretty one at that. Perhaps it was the darkness outlining her features, or his flooding desperation. But didn’t he think every mare was pretty? Drops of sea water were still slipping off of his monstrous sized bulk, finding no need to shake it off. It wasn’t going to change anything. He was still going to feel moist and cold if he rid his onyx hide of it or not. He remained alert, and listening tightly to her words, even though it was difficult, they were muffled, through the thrashing waves and the violent thunder. Not to mention the distracting lightening.

Akkan’s nerves did nothing but rise after the next few flashes and strikes of the lightening, it became more frightening by the moment, and Akkan knew he was dramatising every thing. His orbs strayed to the sky, studying, and watching the various flashes running through the sky, one every at least three minutes. He knew this wasn’t safe, but was being naive at the same time. Perhaps the strikes will hit a tree, and cause a fire, and then she’d drown by being pushed towards the sea. No, he wouldn’t be able to live knowing that he could’ve done more to save her – the guilt would be unbearable.

“But please – it isn’t safe!”

He spoke, louder this time, almost a shout. He became frustrated by the vixen’s bleak stubbornness, even though he didn’t know how bad she’d get. He lifted himself a inch off the floor in fear, his orbs darting from one side to another. Subconsciously, he knew he was making a fool of himself.

[darkwings]

The golden nymph studied the baron standing before her, and realised she had spoken with her usual tones – quiet ones. Tones one could barely hear when everything else was silent. Maybe she should repeat herself a little louder, she thought. But she didn’t need to. The friesian had heard – and understood – her. That was a good thing. She didn’t like shouting. If she was, it hurt her voice boxes, if another was, it hurt her lobes. No, she didn’t quite like it. Eternal calmness was something she preferred. Often because it annoyed others most of the time, in situations when it could be hard to maintain your calm attitude. But there was no need to panic, not even know. If it was her destiny to die because of this storm, then she shouldn’t try to run away from it. If she wasn’t to die tonight, then well, she wouldn’t. It was as simple as that.

The storm got more intense every minute. One would think this was a show. And in a way, it was, but at the same time, it was reality as well. And it was dangerous. But so exciting, it was impossible for one to deny that, even if one would be scared to death.
Visionairies kept on looking at the male in front of her, sensing he didn’t feel at ease around here. Around her ? No, of course not. He was stronger than she would ever be, simply thanks to the fact that he was a he, and not some fragile breed like she was. Some would call her clumsy-looking, others would call it elegant and graceful. She, preferred the last one, though she would never say that aloud. It wasn’t because she preferred those terms, that they actually held truth in them. If other would have found her elegant and graceful, would she be still looking for a home then ? She guessed not.

Slender pillars carried her a bit backwards as the sight of the masculine’s barrel being lifter. Would he do anything to her because she was being her stubborn self ? Maybe that was why she had always been rejected y others. Because she wasn’t weak of mind. She had a mind of her own. But she was realistic, and should give the stallion at least some space. Creating more distance between her and him, she stopped after a few steps, finding herself farther from the wild water now, nape still carrying her skull with what others could mistake for pride. But it was just her refusing to look weak.

Better now ?

She wasn’t trying to sound full of herself, really. She actually thought giving in just a tad might calm the stag down. And then thinking usually it were stallions who had to calm down panicking mares.

[wolf2]

The stallion walked down the shore line, to come here he had to pass through the rest of the mountains, through a desert, and a pasture of long grasses. He watched as the tide pulled waves to the shore, and he listened to the rolling thunder. He liked to listen to the storm's tale. The painted circle around his icy pools was clearly visible, and the feather in his mane danced along with his veil. His banner floated behind him, as he began to think. He though of the Indian village, and the excitement of the wars. The last war, however, had lead him to this freedom. The chief was killed, and Tomahawk had been his favorite stallion...so it was tradition to let him free. He thought of his squall...the beautiful Appaloosa mare called Moon Dancer.

He looked at the long distance of sand before him...and he saw her. The foggy figure was on the shore, her white hide with the burnt spots that dotted her hide, and those icy blues. She reared, and the thunder was her call. Her white veil floated in the winds...and she called him. He reared in excitement. He galloped down the shore line toward her, how long he ran he didn't know, but when he stopped she was gone. She had led him to two others...others he didn't know. The only equine he had befriended here was freedom Moon...

The painted circle faced the ebony stallion, then the mare. His icy blues looked them over, why had she led him to them? She once knew he didn't like much company...so why? The feather hung in his veil. His brown hide with a few white spots stood still. The rain beat down upon his hide, what had happen before his arrival? The mare was wet, but any one would be with the rain pouring down. He looked to the sea, and out to the sand dunes...but she was gone. He backed up, and he didn't speak...for he didn't speak much. He had talked with Freedom...his reason? He had the land he felt a connection too, and shared half of a name with his passed squall. He pricked his adus forward...for he knew if he ran he would look weak, but he wished not to speak...

[cherry]

Akkan watched as she retreated from the storm’s roughest point, or what he thought so anyway. Skull twisted across his shoulders, mirrors reflecting the sky as they searched it, almost waiting the lightening to frighten him. He didn’t know why. Maybe the fear of the storm’s flash, and crashes excited him. But how could they? He was like a big, giant scaredy-cat, he was shivering in his spot right now, and all because of a storm, when this mare seemed perfectly comfortable.

With a next inhaled, nares shuddered as they caught a sudden waft of the female’s scent, stronger then before. He darted his attention back down to wards her, as she appeared close in front of him, before she took a step backwards of course. He then exhaled the breath with her scent that he held in his throat for a moment in relief, now she wouldn’t get harmed, that is if he had something to say about it. Lobes, which were quivering upon his crown rose as she spoke, but soon swerved towards the shore line.

He eyed the other petite stallion, his hoovens shifting beneath his bulk at a fast pace. He must be trying to make a getaway just as quickly as he, himself was. A second before he lost interest, he halted quite quickly, which interested him. Fascinated by the stallion’s sudden movements, he narrowed his vision upon him, afraid to consider him as a threat or not. He wasn’t like other stallions, to become protective over mare’s because they were capable of creating young, or because they would become an addition to his herd. He was so concerned, more because he wasn’t going to let her get hurt.

Meeting eye contact with the stag, he began to feel more edgy, and nervous then before. Turning sharply towards the mare again, kissers immediately spread to emit speech.

“Miss, my name is Akkan. I am Lead of the Desert, and I’d be relived if you could come to safety with me.”

[wolf2]

The old Indian war pony watched as lightning flashed beyond the sea. The waves began to crash more and more in the shore line, and how he loved it. He turned to face the shore, seeing as the others ignored him...and that's have he wished it. He closed his eyes to hear the tune of an Indian Flute drifting in the village. He could see the tepees with their painted markings. He could see the Indian women weaving dream catchers, blankets, and rope reins. A roll of thunder, and his eyes opened. The thunder made him think of the rushing wars her had been in all of his twelve years. The wild yells of Indians, the loud calls of horses, and the beats to his hooves...but alas that was all gone...

His sides heaved with a heavy sigh, and he looked at the two strangers once more. His daggers carried him toward the dunes, and his flutes listened for any sound. His mane was stuck to his hide from the rain, put the circle didn't disappear...for it had stained his hide. His eyes like iced over pools scanned to dunes before him, but alas...still she wasn't there. His banner swatted his barrel, and he shivered for the rain was cold now. Winter was rolling in...and soon he knew these rain showers would become snow storms...

-.Tomahawk.]

[darkwings]

Pools sent their gaze back up to the dark sky, but she kept her big mouth shut this time. A wordless sound would sometimes escape her maw at moments like these. Then she would challenge the heavens to take her life. They had never accepted her challenge. Or they just didn’t consider her important enough. And in a way, they were right. She was nothing but an equine. One out of the millions that probably roamed the lithosphere of the earth. Millions. Even one million was impossible to imagine for this golden tainted naiad. One thousand might even be too much for her.

For some reason, she felt laughter coming to the surface, but she firmly pushed it away. The atmosphere wouldn’t take her challenge now either, and she would be a fool, dumb, to even try. Cranium was tossed, wet locks remained lying on her graceful serpentine, too heavy to dance right now, because of all the raindrops that kept on falling steadily.
She was waiting for the friesian masculine to reply, when she saw a new, unfamiliar form approaching at great speed. Of course it was unfamiliar. These lands were unfamiliar to her, as she was to them. Strangers. Though she thought she might enjoy staying here. Maybe she would do that. Maybe she would end her everlasting journey and settle down here. And once she would feel the need to continue travel – which she probably never would, as she was sick of never being accepted somewhere – then she could always leave again.

The new equid, also a brujo, she noticed, joined her and the ebonite gladiator, but didn’t say a word. Then neither would she. Besides, it would be kind of rude to seem to forget she had just spoken to the draft. Yet while waiting, she studied the newcomer. He was strange. Unique. Of course, every equine was, but this baron might be just a tad more unique than any other horse she had ever seen.

I guess I will come to safety with you,

She dipped her dreambox to the one that had presented himself as Akkan. This did not mean she would stay with him. He had not asked her to join his harem, she had not said she would join him either. She believed they had an agreement. But as she had started enjoying the weather of this night, she preferred staying here a bit longer, even if it would only be for one more minute.

Are you looking for something, sir ?

She asked the strange stag when she noticed him looking around.

[cherry]

[ooc: Wolf can reply first if you want.]

[wolf2]

-Pink first...I'm trying to catch up before homework...-

[wolf2]

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