./i'm faking this smile

[Meg]

./Thebis
All my hopes and all of my dreams.
Everything falling in between.
Seems to me that the memories,
Mean more to you than they do to me.
Through the sky and into your eyes...

His mug touched the ground with a sigh as he sniffed gently at the salty grass that grew between the golden grains of the beachland. His harks drew straight up, and nearly touched at the tip. With a slight rear, his mug touching his thick chest, and a deep whinny that rocked from his chest, he called out. He was home, or the only place that he had never truelly was allowed to call 'home' while he was growing up.

He had grown up here. Spirit had taken him in with open hands when his dear mother Meg had past away. Apparently, besides Amber, Meg was given a peice of Spirit's heart, but she had given it back to him shattered and had ran off with a great brute of power and grace. They had falled madly in love, and when she was pregnate, she had fallen ill with the deadly disease that had spread horridly through the horses that year. She had died giving birth to two sons, a proud thing for a mare. Her loving mate had died also by her side.

This was a tale of sadness, mother dies, father dies. Twins raised away from each other. One was given to the mother's uncle, which he had given to one of his closest friends who had a child also, to be raised. And one sent to the mother's old home.

One colored with coal black markings and a strong, tall body, a blessing of Akkan bestode upon him. Another to be marked with a golden bodice and a creamy lock of hair, a small petite bode with a load of spirit, and the blessing of Thebis to fall upon him. Akkan had been raised like a knight and a prince, also the crown of the Vast Desert to fall in his hands. Thebis had been thrown about from side to side in the Sandy Shores until he fled to a land far away to hide from all the chaos of the wars.

Now, he was back. He was no longer, short, petite, shy Thebis. He was knight, like his brother. He may still be rather petite, only standing 15hh and having a thin rack of ribs, but a load of muscule had appeared on his bodice. He no longer had a wimpy look on his face, he was dead serious as he stood waiting on the beach lands for the young stag he had grown up with. A stag that was almost like his brother, Storm.

Powerful muscules rippled through his bodice as he stood still, a smile tacked on his mug. He had never learned to be truelly happy, it was a curse for growing up in such a chaotic enviroment. A long lock of pale tassels streamed out behind him, one lock of hair fell over his left blue eye, giving him the look of an outlaw. His blue eyes stared out, waiting. Another deep, rumbling whinny cried out. He pawed at the sands, he just wanted to see dear Storm.

And I see everything falling in between.
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm OK with faking this,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss...

[./Sorry guys, I have like no muse. Xxx]

[Hazel]

<sup>[ More than me, I tell you, but here goes.... ]

Combing the shores, head low and eyes darting to and fro across the many grains, he straed outwards, spotting out sheels and crabs and mis shapen stones. He smiled. He had done this often as a child, collected pebbles to show his dear friends. He thought back upon hisc hildhood days alot, and it seemed, that reminisance was clearly visible on such a day.

AS the sun shined down upion his ebon skull, he remembered how much others had told him that he looked just like his father, he remembered that proud feeling he often got, but also the day he grew proud no longer, and saw his father as the brute he truley was. Not cruel, but a fool, Storm was not like him. His looks were the same, his he had his mothers true spirit, he loved just one. He shook his head rapidly to rid himself of the thoughts, his father was a brave honourable stag, as some had told him once Spirit had died. He it didnt change that facts of the ebon stallions past life. Storm pondered upon many things besides his father, of corse, for his father didnt come up much anymore. He prefered not to think about such depressing things.

He lifted his crest and shut one eye, the sun darting straight before him. He turned, watching the movement of his own shadow and how it broke as a tiny crustation scuttled across it. he smiled, his thoughts drifting onto another black stag he once knew. Windago, the stag who had rescued him from the cliffs when he had fallen. It had served him, right, falling into the oceon. He wasnt supposed to be away from the herd, but without Amber and Spirit being busy, nothing had stopped him running away with Magic and Curse and causing havoc. Chuckling, the young brute peered over the horizon, a golden blotch mishaping the clear straight line. He tilted his crest, hoping it was not another challenger, and began to trot towards it.

The palomino stallion come clear into view as Storm darted forwards, the form of the brujo was strange and strong. Though Storm did not recognise the powerful features, his scent was familiar and he was sure he knew him. Once close enough to speak, he slowed to a hault, staring for a moment at the muscular stag who wasnt much younger than he, in fact, he was probably born in the same year, no doubt.

"Welcome...I am Flamed Storm, but I feel as if my introduction is not needed. Do I know you sir?"

He asked, hs voice low yet eager. He tried to place the colourings of the stag, he thought back once more to his childhood, where he hoped he would find his answer.

He thought back quickly upon those he had befriended as a young colt; his sisters Magic and Fall were settled strong in his mind, for he knew them well. He pushed them away, and another came into view, Curse. His mind growling like a wolf, he threw the image aside and focussed his energies on the palomino kind. He saw a young, shy beast, he was an orphan, like Storm, yet at the time Storm was now. But wait, no, this could not be the same creature, for the beast before him gave a strong, powerful air, not a nervous glance and a shifty look like the colt hidding in the back of his mind. Storm sighed and turned his attentions back ont he stag before him.</sup>

[Kindred Blue]

Changing legend into fact
We shall ride into history
Turning myth into truth
We shall surely gaze

It was not like things like this had never happened before. Through passages of life, Catalyst had often found his hooves leading him from place to place (for indeed, how else would a horse travel?), but it seemed strange to him that he should be returning to these sands.

The grains shifted beneath him as he shuffled gently along the shore, his posture a friendly one, and the glint in his eye a knoweldgable one. He turned his head - a picture of pride, even in lands so unknown - and let his mane fly gently across his face as he gazed outward, to sea. The eagle who accompanied him sat on a rock nearby, and gave a squarking cry, to which Catalyst pricked his ears. As he drew his vision away from the crashes of the waves to the eagle, he saw the great bird spread its wings gracefully and cry out once more.

It really did seem odd that he was here again. But it wasn't like this had never happened before.

Perhaps a little too late, Catalyst realised just what the eagle warned. Not too far ahead, there were two stallions, conversing. One resembled the stallion Catalyst himself had stood up for during his last visit; but could they be one and the same? The creature he had assisted had been weak, perhaps the reason Catalyst had felt the need to step in. But this horse was a fine specimen, strong and well built, with an essence of pride about him. We all have our pride. The other.. Catalyst assumed him to be another stranger in this huge world. He had no inkling in his mind that he knew the other stallion, and therefore, why strain his mind trying to find a memory of him?

Though his mind raced, Catalyst stood deadly still, like some sort of omenon the sea shore. The bird cried once more, and Catalyst silently wished it to be quiet. He wasn't sure of the reception these lands - or their leaders - would give him.

On the sweet unfolding
Of an antique mystery
All will be revealed
On the trail we blaze

[/sup]

[♥/tiyre]

((Wait... The Catalyst is at the Cliff, isn't he? ))

[Kindred Blue]

(( He's left :c I lost my muse for that post. Thinking now I should have left my notice there. -goes to do so- ))

[Meg]

/.Thebis
We can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels.
At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as
They stared us down when we met in the emergency room.
And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines.
Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood

He snorted softly as the onyx brute finally noticed his presence upon the shores. The sun was setting, and the sweet dowful cry of the owl sounded softly over the crash of the waves. His muscles slightly bunched with irratation of Storm's stupid question. He gazed down in a pool of water that was at his feet. Had he changed that much? (Or was Storm just stupid?) His auds pinned tightly upon his skull as he heard the word Sir leave Storm's mouth. Who in this world ever called him "Sir"? He was no sir, he was nothing of that marking. To be called sir meant you where dressed in a black suit and tie and you were most likely a lawyer. Ah, yes. Lawyers, they always got the best of you in an argument. Thebis was like that now, he could just argue away with anyone anywhere, but he wasn't here to argue. He was here on a...Visit? Is that what you must call it?

He nickered a chuckle under his breath, a rattle of wind in his throat caused the chuckle to come out distored and strange. He coughed to clear his throat, and lifted his broad skull to the same height of Strom. He would not hang his dial low in submittness, no he would not sumbit to Storm, just as Storm would not submitt to him. They were equal's in Thebis's mind. At least for the moment. He changed so rapidly, he may have that extra boose of confidence in a moment in his mind to make himself better then Storm. Storm had a life. He had a home to live, and he had a mate. And from the news that bounced off the shores and the smell that floated upon the winds, he had a child. That made Thebis hurt, like someone was play the harp, only with his heart strings. His face grew cold for a moment.

He was not here to argue. He was here to visit. He must remind himself. Just cause he had been thrown about like a rag doll, and never loved, didn't mean he needed to return the favor to those that had it better then him. Tossing his elegant skull to the side, he flicked the long creamy forelock out of his eyes. Then he looked into Storm's. He bright blue eyes looking deep into Storm's chocolate ones. He would then speak, after he gave a few more signs to help Storm remember him.

He stepped the side, and broke the contact between him and Storm's orbs, and looked out over the waves, the ocean breeze blew back his long creamy locks. His carmel bode was stretched taunt and his muscle quivered in his hide. No, the question he asked himself earlier was true. He had changed so much from living on his own. He had become colder, angrier, and stronger. But his sweetness was still there, just for the moment.

Turning back to the dark stag that stood befrore him confused, he chuckled again. His lightness of his bodice began to shine in the light of the moon that began to shine down. Finally he broke the silence with a laugh.

"Surely, brother, you would remember me? I only came here as an orphan, and when I was ignored completely, I vanished. I bet you don't even remember me leaving, I am sure I wasn't missed. Come now, Storm, use those brain cells the God gave you. It's me, Thebis."

He chuckled softly. He tacked another grin upon his handsome mug, and took a step forward to Storm. Touching Storm softly in a kind greeting, he moved away, looking over the land with his curious blue eyes. His nares caught scent of another yonder. His blue orbs searched for the other, but found none.

His senses had grown strong since he had lived on his own. Now he knew to trust them. He could smell and hear ten times better then the average stag, but he didn't know he had this trait. He thought that all others could smell and hear what he could. He thought that all others were on gaurd as he always was. With a sound like a growl under his breath, he turned back to Storm. His blue orbs icy now, he didn't know what to think of someone spying on him. He looked at Storm and spoke under his breath.

"Is the stag that hides over yonder hill that is watching us, your friend or foe?"

He asked softly. He had been followed so much in his life, he barely trusted anyone. He didn't like the feeling of being watched. It made him rather nervous. With a nervous twitch of his skull, he directed Storm's gaze to the hill. He was kind to Storm, but he felt like someone was always out to get him. Would Storm understand his jumpiness? He was only a stag that spent most of his life living alone, and having people cheat him and try to beat him down.

Well I felt I couldn't take, another day inside this place.
From silent dreams we never wake, and in this promise that we'll make.
Starless eyes for heaven's sake, but I hear you anyway.
Well I thought I heard you say; I like you, we can get out
We don't have to stay, stay inside this place

[♥/tiyre]

((gah. And I had posted there because I wanted Pyrefly to talk to Catalyst))

[cherry]

[ooc] ohoh, lemme reply with akkan? :3 [/ooc]

[Hazel]

<sup>[[ Sure Pineh, if its okay with Meggy moo...I ish in a strange mood, CHOCOLATE! ]]

Storm watched the palomino closesly, eyes slitted just slightly, crest tied and serpentine arched. The stag seemed to know him all too well, and that same, familiar feeling flooed back to him, the image of the young orphan, how his father had been jelous of his mere being, how he had spoke of the colts mother. It was strange, this could not be one and the same creature! The other was so timid and shy, yet this specimen was ripe and pure and bold in features. Storm took a step back to examine the stallion more, looking over the strong bodice. It could be, surly...

It was true! They were, the scent was familiar and though the face was more confident, he still had the same deep, meaningful orbs and the same sweet smile. He whinnied for joy and gave a mock rear, talons just leaving the earth for a second before returning and allowing him and touch maws delightedly.

"I remember my friend. But how you have changed! And no, dear friends, you were greatly missed by my father, you were the last remaint of Meg that he knew of, he had loved her greatly."

He grinned, both had changed in differnt ways. Thebis's personality and looks had evolved into a higher ranks, good enough to be placed as king, no doubt! Storms only change was determination, yet his old, playful spirit remained, and his memories were as vivid as the full moon within his skull. But wait, Thebis spoke once more. Storms dial twisted round to start back at the chestnut stag upon the dunes. He smiled and whinnied towards the Catalyst. He turned back towards his long lost friend with a grin.

"He is a friend and is welcome, just as you are Thebis. Please, stay for a while. There are many who would be pleased to see you once more."</sup>

[Kindred Blue]

Changing legend into fact
We shall ride into history
Turning myth into truth
We shall surely gaze

A distinct feeling that he was intruding pounded through the Catalyst's veins as he watched the stranger talk in a low voice to his old friend. He pulled his ears back upon his head, and remained still, hardly daring to breathe. He did not know why he felt so out of place here - almost as if he was not wanted, as if these lands stirred something dark within him. But why? He had been here only once before, and even then, he had been told by the very stallion who stood in conversation with the other that he was more a friend than the creature Curse Of The Sea had ever been. Surely that was a good thing. Yet still, such odd feelings were brewing through him. This place was like a home, but a home within a nightmare.

But why?

The friendly call that rang over the dunes broke Catalyst from his standing day dream, and he pulled his ears forewards once more to catch the dying sound. A light smile danced across his face (though it would not be visible from where he was), and there it was again, a feeling that he was home here.

The stallion set off at a neat trot, the sand shifting playfully beneath him as he picked is route of swirls and danced towards the othe two. He let a sweet nicker escape him in greeting, even through the dryness of his throat. His light frame - built with all the grace and beauty of the mustang - moved easily over the sands. Through all his travels, sand was a new thing to him, but he found it was easy enough to manouver (sp) in. The eagle soared ahead of him, never coming to rest, but merely circling above the meeting.

Catalyst slowed as he reached the side of his.. well, friend, he supposed. He tossed his head, to clear his vision of the strands of his mane that had wandered across his face in a playful attempt to annoy him. Flicking his tail from side to side in the heat of summer, he spoke gently, vision moving between the two.

"Forgive me if I am intruding upon a moment you don't wish a near enough stranger to intrude upon."

It did seem he was rambling slightly again - but the point was claer enough.

On the sweet unfolding
Of an antique mystery
All will be revealed
On the trail we blaze

[/sup]

[Meg]

[./Go ahead PinkXxx]

./Thebis
We never stood a chance.
And I’m not sure that it, matters.
If you are the shores

[/u],
Then I am the waves begging for big moons[/i][/right]
His icy blue orbs stayed on Storm for a moment more when he called the stranger upon the hills. Turning slowly, he watched the chestnut stranger fall upon their graces before him, a stag with the strength and grace of a mustang breeding. Thebis eyes stayed icy as he locked orbs with the stag. A smile tacked worthlessly on his mug twitched into a warm smile before it dropped back into a frown.

He flicked his banner impatiently. He wasn't one for meeting strangers. He didn't like horses; accept for the ones he had known all his life. And right now, he wasn't feeling up to warming up to this stag that had peered down and watched him from hiding. He shot Storm a glance, asking if this stag was of mysteriousness, or just a stag that had claimed Storm's true trust and companionship.

With a grunt, he swung his broad skull to look back at the stranger, creamy locks falling over his blue eyes. A hoof was placed before him, and he gave a small dip of his crown to the stag. His mug barely touching his chest. His icy blue orbs remained on the stag with interest and distrust.

Kissers stirred into motion, and his muscles bunched as he stepped back. He needed his space (clearly his bubble was being popped) and plus he wanted to give the stag his room. But wasn't the stag the one that had stepped up close to him? With a snort, Thebis spoke his words.

"Stranger, you weren't intruding, unless the king of these lands says you have. I am a nothing to his worthiness. I say my name is Thebis. What shall be yours, stranger?"

He spoke with a soft, deep, clear tone. His icy orbs never leaving the stag's face. With a slam, he brought his pale talon upon the sands, scattering golden sand from under his talon. Swinging his skull around, he tossed his long creamy tassels to the opposite side of his muscular neck. He was a handsome stag, with the features of a mare, but the muscles of a stag that had wandered far and wide.

His eyes told a story of a stag that had been forgotten in the mists of all the chaos in the land. They told of a young babe wandering alone in a land that had been forgotten like himself. The deep forests had once been a strong herd that roamed the lands, but now, it was a ghostly land. That is where he had grown up. Far from a true home. Now, he was a stag that had an air of mystery and confusion that hung about him.

With a snort he glanced at Storm, finally remembering that he was there. With a rather warm smile that brightened his whole looks, he shot it a Storm. His face was bright as he spoke warm words to Storm, responding.

"Ah, yes. I have changed; a question I have been asking myself over the time. You though, haven't changed that much, just seem more mature and determined not to fall into the same problems as your father had."

He chuckled softly. His light blue eyes closed, daydreaming to a day when he, Storm, Magic, and Curse had wandered out to where the Outlaws had lodged in curiosity. That was the day he had left. When they all had fled in terror, he had been left behind, and no one had come back for him. They had left him without a second thought. And never saw him again.

Opening his eyes, he remembered the rest of what Storm had spoken, "You were greatly missed by my father, you were the last remaint of Meg that he knew of, he had loved her greatly." With anger he spit at his own talons. That was all he ever was to anyone! That last remaining child besides Akkan to Meg! Why couldn't he just be his own damn self?!

"That was all I ever was, the remaining child of Meg. I was just a little pet to everyone. Everyone had to like me because I was "Meg's son". Why couldn't anyone like me for me?"

He said harshly. His orbs gazed at the ground angrily. This wasn't Storm's fault. He wasn't taking it out on Storm; he was just taking it out on himself. Shaking his skull, he looked back up. He didn't look at either of them; he looked out over the sands. With a sigh, he gaze slipped back onto Storm. "Why was I blessed with such a curse?" He asked softly.

I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
I know this hurts, it was meant to.
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn’t even a good one.
And it’s mind over, you don’t matter.

[/color][/size]

[cherry]

a . kkan
i’ll carry you back to your grave,
where you and i will always stay.
i close the casket it gets dark,
they’ll find us in each other’s arms.

king of the desert x groom to none x sire to none

<sup>“How can you say, being mum’s son is a curse?”

A frown furrowed across his forehead, as he stepped towards the small group of horses. Following Thebis’ scent after he disappeared from the Desert, beads of sweat still forming along his ebon bulk as result of hurrying to find him, and when he did, those words running through his ears. Taking a quick glance towards the others, he whined under his breath. ‘Think before you do things, you idiot.’ He scolded him self mentally, and took a large step backwards away from them. His gaze forming on Thebis once more. Not caring whether or not how sudden his arrival was.

Every one at the shores had formed a close relationship with Thebis. They all knew him so well – and who knew Akkan? Just Windago. He isolated him self until he got so frustrated he had to make a fool of him self, just for the attention. He had his own land, shouldn’t he have a reputation? ‘Akkan? Whose Akkan?’ Nobody even knew his name, since he hadn’t achieved a thing. Thebis should be happy to even be on the tip of everyone’s tongues – but nobody even had a clue Thebis had a brother.

They look nothing like each other.

The people who ever knew they were related, would have to stand back with a quirked eye brow for a moment, until going ‘oh’ with out meaning anything. The petite, handsome Palomino from his mother’s side, then the Clydesdale look-a-like taking his father’s side. He was proud of his brother, why couldn’t any one recognise the twins from the Island anymore?

He exhaled a breath, and tensed his figure, completely unaware of what might occur, since he was readying him self for an attack. Or something even worse – a glare from Thebis, and never talking to him again.

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[ooc] ahhh. drama.[/ooc]</sup>

[Hazel]

<sup>[[ Posts are too good....cant get museeee! ]]

Storm turned to watch as the scarlet hued stallion made his way towards them, he smiled, yet his eyes shined with slight loathing of the stag. He liked him well enough - the stallion had stood up for him when he barly knew who he was, yet there was something about him that Storm didnt like. He flickered his boa and looked upwards towards the eagle, the bird simple circled like a vulture. A shudder rose up his spine as he gazed at its magestic beats, and quickly his eyes were drawn down and back onto the Catalyst. After viewing the sinister creature about them, the chestnut horse did not seem so bad, friendly in fact. Upon his arrival, Storm touched maws with him, a spark drawning him away as he shook his mane, listening to the two converse, instead of actualy participating. He stared straight at the Catalyst, but he felt Thebis's gaze change to settle upon him and Storm turned to meet him.

"True Thebis, you read me well."

A curse? He thought as his friend spoke on. A curse! He turned, a large ebon brute had stepped forth, a stranger to Storm and to the shores themselves. He tiled his crest, but before he could ask for his calling, the brujo spoke, not to him, but to Thebis. Being mums son? The words echoed through his skull. So this was his brother? Storm dipped his crown towards him and turned back towards the palomino.

"It is no curse Thebis, for I knew your mother not, and I liked you for who you were, not for your lineages sake."

He smiled and lent forwards to touch the maw of his long lost friend, then turned in the direction of Akkan, yet he knew nothing about him, exept for that Meg was his mother also. He felt a smile tickle his maw and he allowed it to emerge to greet the stranger.</sup>

[Meg]

[./waits for KinnehXxx]

[♥/tiyre]

((may I post? With both Pyrefly and Nevermore? *whistles to self*))