./i'm faking this smile

[Meg]

[./we've got a ton of peeps already here..Sorry.Xxx]

[♥/tiyre]

((gah. I'm bored, and usually when I start posts no one replies. I should have kept my Ardraline account. People didn't forget me then... *tear* Don't mind me... Friend trouble.))

[Kindred Blue]

ooc: Awwee. I was waited for c: <3

bic:

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

It seemed odd to him that the first reply he should get, was from the stallion he did not know. Or at least, barely knew - because for now at least, Catalyst knew that the stallion before him was named Thebis. Names were generally the first thing one learnt about a stranger; which, in theory, didn't make them a stranger any longer. But it doesn't make them a friend either. Yes indeed, names were the first thing one learnt about a stranger. Which was probably why it was about time he spoke of his own name.

"I am the Catalyst; pleasure to meet you, sir."

Oh, the sentence sounded so.. cliche. Even through the polite phrasing, he felt like some sort of Italian man in a pinstriped suit, shaking hands with his newest buisness partner, trying not to make the gun in his pocket too obvious. Like some stupid movie.

The words had barely streamed out of him mouth when he caught the other - Storm, was it? - looking at him strangely. Again that feeling crept within his stomach, that feeling that he did not belong here. Why was it he kept feeling so out of place? Catalyst had been nothing but a friend here from the moment his hooves touched the sand. Still, time to contemplate was not now - as Storm moved his gaze, and then more and more horses were joining the fray, and Catalyst had to swallow the nervousness that was beginning to bubble in his throat.

Speak fool, or let shy feelings shackle your hooves to floor, and leave imprints upon the sand so similar to that scar on your rump. Without even caring that he may look odd, Catalyst twisted his head round to peer at his skin, where the dark mark of a hoof print was embedded, like some form of tattoo. So now I'm in a biker movie.

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

[/sup]

[Hazel]

[ waits for meggy ]

[Meg]

./Thebis
It's these substandard motels on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes.

Nares flared wide, and his orbs glared at the bittersweet interruption his dear brother had cursed upon his very presence. Harks were flattened tightly upon his skull, and he shook his dial and looked out over the waves. It wasn't that he was calling being born from Meg was a curse; he was calling himself a let down. He had let down Corbett, his dear father... And Meg, his dear mother. Neither of them he had ever had known and he barely knew his sweet uncle, Windago... Whom Akkan was allowed to buddy up with when Aurora adopted him. Did she adopt Thebis? No, he was sent packing with all of his sweet belongings to a herd far east to where his mother had once lodged, unwillingly at the end of her life.

Turning his dial back to his dear sweet brother, the look was changed from anger to a soft smile that was tacked unnecessarily upon his very mug. Touching Akkan gently on his cheek he stepped back. He was beginning to feel overcrowded and it was showing by his wide rimmed orbs and his nervous sweat that had broken over his broad shoulders. With a grunt, he answered Akkan.

"No brother. I say that being mum's son isn't a curse. No, we where born from the sweetest, gentlest mare in the lands, and I am proud of that. I am unproud of not being able to accomplish anything that will let people know me as Thebis, the colt that did great things... Not, Thebis, the shy colt who lost his mother and didn't have a stable home."

He said softly. His old self began to break through the tough guy appearance that he had developed over the long hard years. His head began to dip down and hang in shyness. Whenever his brother came around, he became like his little Thebis self. A sigh irrupted the silence.

He took another step backwards, and then he heard the Catalyst speak to him. His auds pricked, and a true smile tacked to his mug. Aw, this stag had called him sir too. Why does everyone call him sir? With a snort, he shook his dial. He was no high priced stag with muscles all over his bodice and a big cigar that hung from his lip. (Or maybe there was?) Shaking his skull from side to side, he tossed his long creamy locks over his eyes, hiding those icy blue orbs that shined so oddly from his face.

He looked the Catalyst right in the eye, looking deep. There was something about this stag… People had told him of a brother he had once had. A big brother that was given to Meg by Spirit before him and Akkan had been born. He had never known his brother, but he had wanted to know him so badly that he had even gone to the Outlaws in search of him when he heard that that was the last place he was. Even though Thebis had never met the Catalyst before, he felt like he was very familiar and Thebis knew him from the past.

His orbs remained locked with the stag for a while longer before he torn them away. He was so confused and in bewilderment right then. He stared off into space for a while, and then he sneezed softly. Allergies. How can horses have allergies? Whatever, he did. It was summer so it was common. Slowly he answered the Catalyst.

”Ah, I am no stag of high power. The title sir doesn’t fit me well. Does it you? If so, tell me, and I will call you by it. I am Thebis, the son of Meg and Corbett.”

He said softly. Meg’s name slide off his tongue lovingly. Though he had never met Meg, he loved her with all of his soul. He wished she would have lived long enough to kiss him upon the cheek with her soft kissers. With a gentle smile, he looked out over the waves, thinking about random things that filled his mind.

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.

[Meg]

[occ; I f you think about it, Thebis and Akkan are Tequila's only living relatives besides Windago. Cool.. Bumpy..]

[Meg]

((GOING CRAZY BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO POST WITH THEBIS!! {I have a lot of muse for him}))