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Post by shadie on Apr 10, 2006 13:02:31 GMT -5
[I've decided to come back  ]
He had been gone to long. There was no way he would be accepted here- not again. The stallion had changed a great deal. He had lost the fondness in his heart, whatever fondness had been in there and now he was here to see souly what they were doing and pester them to his liking.
Muscle had become hard, and toned. He had lost any kindness and no longer cared for anything here. Swatch flicked his ivory sides but there was no irritation his pelt was tough and hard, he had grown to be the real mustange and not the sheltered stallion who led a small harem on the beach.
The summer sun burned his pelt and his nares flared softly. Mind flicked back to the previouse summer when he had not been strong, when he had been so weak. He remembered Magic telling him they'd have a foal next breeding season and it was here, and so was the stallion. The mare was not here and he knew she would not accept him.
Magic was fragile and the stallion had left at the wrong moment and had came at the wrong time too. There was no way to gain any entrance into her heart, and no way for him to ever open back up to her. He tossed his dial as threads whipped his banner.
The scent of the sea was no longer calming but the two were on the same mission, both had changed and were roaring like demons after only what they had been promised but would not get. He wanted to love Magic again but could not. Storm was here and if the ivory stallion were to see him he would kill him or attempt to with everything he had.
Rearing up on powerful haunches he screamed, not sweetly not even remotly caring. It was as cold as the stallion had become. He was not here for acceptance but back for revenge. Auds flicked as he heard and noise and whirled around to see what it was. He was still all the majestic power but it was now channeled in an anger unbridled.
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Post by Hazel on Apr 10, 2006 12:29:40 GMT -5
So the brute had dared reaturn, had he? Slitted orbs grew wide as he saw how his old friend had grown. But he wasnt the only one to have matured. Storm was bolder now, his confidence was greater. After the vory stag was gone Storm could barly stand, the loss of his childhood friend had been enough to drive him almost to insanity. And if it wasnt for Dream, and his family, he would have given himself to the seas to follow his father. But he could never leave Dream, he loved her far too much. Curse, on the other hand, obviously hadnt loved Magic, he had left her to wither and die, but Driftwood had helped her there. Flame hadnt seen the two for a while now, he had been busy with Dream, for the two had now bred and she was pregnant with his foal. But he knew that they were happy. He couldnt let Curse ruin it for them. Magic had only just recovered.
He made his way forth at a walk, why waste his strength for this betrayer? He tossed back his mane, now untanged, thanks to his mates grooming, and smooth. His pelt rippled as he walked across his heirem, his eyes black and dull as he spotted the sillohette of his former friend. Freind...Curse knew nothing of the word. Storm stopped, watching calmly only a few feet away behind the ivory stallion. He snorted, announcing his presence.
"Ill not let you hurt my family Curse. Just leave, and go now."
His own body was full and muscular after feeding himself up, he was no longer the skeletral being that he once was. Mustang blood heated his pillars and made him strong, yet thoroughbred genes made him fast and full of spirit like his father had once been.
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Post by shadie on Apr 10, 2006 13:17:59 GMT -5
Dark oceanic voids looked at the soot colored statue of his former friend. Storm looked better but he still had that weakness. The ivory stallion could easily see it in his eyes, he was still just as fragile as Magic and would never be stable. He had tried to kill himself before, and Curse had always been the stable one now who was he to care? The world cared not for him so he cared nothing for the world. There was no reason to.
There was a calamity between the two and the anger dissapated into thin air. For a moment they seemed to find peace with eachother, and both was waving the white flag high above their own heads. Calling a silent truce that neither one of them wanted to admit. It was broken when Storm dare to threaten the larger ivory stallion.. the white flag darkened and cross bones appeared. The intentions he had were not good.
Nares flared wildly, and heart beat rapidly. The stallion looked flighty and ready to run or fight. Muscles tensed and rippled as daggers hit the sand anicily. The muscle bound together and prepared for the fight, he was tense and stretched out like a rubberband ready to be realized. Those words set him on fire. Since when had Storm been able to control him? "Who said I was going to hurt them?"
He laughed harshly. Auds were slicked to his dial which was held by the strong neck, then fastened to the powerful body. He could easily be seen as the strongiest stallion on the shores, both emotionally and physically. The traveling had made him colder then even he thought possible. Muscles had toughened from long walks.. he had learned how to live through everything. "I want what she promised me." Storm would know what excactly this meant and so would Magic.
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Post by Hazel on Apr 10, 2006 14:37:44 GMT -5
He smirked, serpentine arched proudly as the ivory stag tences, seemingly uncertain. Would it be fight or flight? Only time would tell. But whichever it would be, Storm was ready. He knew his former friend could easily win, but Storm had love. Love for his family upon the shores, beat down the bonds t advantage and nothign could beat down the bonds that formed a family. Not even the strengths of Curse.
Curse could not love. He had lied to Magic, or so Storm belived. He wanted nothing more than to breed, and his return and lryics only deepened his feelings. He was a traitor, a demon, no better than Denizen himself. He was the enemy now, not the outlaw gang. They had been disbanded by Soul long ago, but Curse would never quit without breeding Magic, by force or willingly, he would get what he wanted. Only one thing was stopping him; Flamed Storm, and he would stand in the way until death parted him and no sooner.
"Promised you? No Curse, she promised her mate that she would foal with him, not you. Your nothing but a liar and a cheat, leave her all for the sake of the shores, then come running back when shes in heat? Well guess what Curse, its too late. Shes over you, get over it."
He bared his ivories and took a step towards the beast, black pelt shimmering with purity, his own vivid white an echo of nothing but darkness. Storm could see Denizen stirring under the mask, as if his soul had taken over the frame of his former best friend.
He thought back upon thier childhood, when Spirit was alive, when the shores were happy. Curse and his mother had been stranded and his father had gladly accepted them into his heirem, risking the chance that her colt would overthrow his own rien in future years. Curse had grown an instant liking to Magic and Storm had liked that. They had formed a great bond, the three of them, the white, the ebon and the mix. Together they played by the cliffside, he remembered thier worried looks as he plunged down, only to be rescused by his fathers friend, Windago. He sighed. Those days were gone, thier childish games were nothing but mere memories; though he doubted his friend even remember at all. They were not friends now. No, they were enemies, laying upon opposite sides of the realm, and all over the Sandy Shores......
[ I wanna cry... ]
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Post by shadie on Apr 10, 2006 20:24:49 GMT -5
[I'll be gone for 2 days.. I'm waiting for Wolfness too. -shrugs- here is what I'm thinking of doing with him:
1.)If Magic comes he'll soften(he'd never hurt her.. not now)
2.)He'll become a traitor(unlikely)
3.)I'll make up some story on why he left] |
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Post by Hazel on Apr 11, 2006 4:55:45 GMT -5
Sure, see Storms already thinking back on childhood, in other words, wants to be friends but thinks Curse hates him. Hehe....
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Post by shadie on Apr 11, 2006 15:43:16 GMT -5
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 11, 2006 18:17:24 GMT -5
The midnight mare grazed on the sweet summer grasses, her life was repairing after his cruel move. The midnight mare had grown healthy, but she was still delicate. She was like a black rose, that was withered around the edges. She was healing slow but sure. For all hearts know that a broken heart takes time to heal. He had shattered her heart, he had her hope up for a foal...but they came crushing down. Summer took away another year she could have spent with a foal...his foal.
A spine-curling call caught her attention, she remembered this call all to well. Her heart began to beat fast, for she still had faint feelings for him. But. also in this fast beat lay anger and fear. Anger that he had left her the darkness to wither, and fear of what he might do. Her fears couldn't stop her...not this time. She must see if it is true...the trader was back!
Her white feathers lat her half rear and call in a angered tone. Soon the sound of hoof beats came fast and steady. First she saw her brother, his mate would soon foal...or had she already? Then she saw the ivory stallion. Anger, fear, love, excitement, and pure surprise was present in her muddy pools. How could he come back?
"You!"
Her lyrics were hard and cruel, but also soft and gentle. Anger began to boiled inside of her, it bubbled and churned like a volcano of emotion ready to explode.
"You left me in the dark! You said you loved me...but it was nothing more than a pathetic lie! Why have you returned?"
Her lyrics were harsh and loud...her emotions were close to exploding.
-Srry, my Internet has been down the last 10 days....and now I have to go eat.-
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Post by shadie on Apr 12, 2006 6:42:18 GMT -5
Storm seemed to, to sence the fight but was not as willing to go ahead and do so as Curse was so the stallion refrained, for now. His 'friend' would not need to worry about the ivory attacking him with the force hidden beneath those muscles and the technique used by only his brain.
Auds curved towards Storm as he watched the stooted stallion become angered, ah well it was they way he worked. Curse,instead, decided it would be funny to see how he responded if he himself was calm and did nothing nor seemed peeved by the anger.
"Liar.. cheat? Tell me, how excactly have I lied to you or cheated you out in anyway. You've got the lands back, which you could have lost, I have not cheated you in anyway Storm. Do not build me up to be worse then I am." Magic got over it? He looked at Storm as though he was laughing, and responded "If I find the stallion, he is no more." it was not a threat but one could believe it- deep within themselves.
As Storm bared his ivorys Curs looked down at him, and snorted mockingly. It was evident the white stag took the black stallion as no threat he would not be able to handle. Curse thought this almost a joke, but if Storm wanted to fight who was he to deny a old 'friend' of his wishes?
Gaze twisted to the ebony mare, and then turned away. There was no reason to look at her, not even to acknowledge her. She seemed as mad as Storm yet there he stood still perfectly calm. Not a muscle yet to tense, he fought in that manner.. never giving any signs and then attacking.
He was going to get the beating verbally, and if the mare were to fight him he wouldn't fight back. That was the point where he drew the line, he could never fight a mare unless he had to.. truely had to and right now he was in no position to and decided it would be easier to take the verbal abuse.
Oh so now she decided to miss name him again? The stallion pivited skillfully on his haunches and was immediatly facing her. His dark blue voids catching hers, "I did not lie to you,and I never would." for once he seemed truthful, for the time he had returned he had spoken in the most decieving manner, his words were caring though he tried- but failed, to hide it.
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 14, 2006 18:20:28 GMT -5
There`s a band called "The Lonely" playin` downtown tonight
And man, they know their way around the blues
There`s not an empty space in the parkin` lot
And there`s a line stretchin` around the block
And the sad man standin` at the door says the place is full of broken hearts
.The. midnight mare could hear the caring manner in his voice, he did care for her? Or did he? Her heart trust with a gentle pain and love...her brain acged from confusion. The black mare felt her heart fall to peices. All that care Driftwood had put in to heal her was crumbling with the simple fact that he cared. How could she still be in love with this stallion? She once thought she was completly healed from his deep scar...but now what? The mare wated to cry, but she couldn't. Her heart was crumbling to peices...and she wanted no more then to lie down a die...but she couldn't not without carrying her father's lines on. But a simple question loomed in her head...
If you`re here to see "The Lonely"
If you`re hear to see "The Lonely”
It`s standin` room only for "The Lonely "
"Why did you leave..."
Oh, you can dance with a stranger under the smoky blue lights
You can stand alone with lovers who love to lose
You can drown in your pain if there`s room at the bar
You can hide your tears, you can cry in the dark
While " The Lonely " sings a song straight to your broken heart
.Hurt. was in her crackled voice. All she wanted was to be happy, and to start a family...she didn't want all of this heartbreak. Her chest rose and fell with painful breaths...could it be she wanted to love this stallion...but was scared too. If she accepted her old mate...what would her brother and his mate think. She didn't want to dissapoint her family or friends...that was the one thing Magic feared most.
If you`re here to see "The Lonely"
If you`re hear to see "The Lonely”
It`s standin` room only for "The Lonely "
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Post by shadie on Apr 15, 2006 20:21:56 GMT -5
He glanced at Storm, the two had seemed to make up. The sudden challenge seemingly pulling the pair together, words were not spoken but clearly he was asking for some kind of help for the ebony stag.. hey she was his sister he should know her a lot better then Curse but it seemed Magic was unperdictable and her mood changed with the season of the tides. She was the ocean.
There was no pain to his heart, for there was nothing left to emotionally scared that had not been torn apart by the time he was only a yearling. He had learned how to endure it all and survive too. Shaking his ivory mane the stallion looked at the mare with the same dark, but gentle pools. He could only kill to a certain degree, and only hate so far and then something would draw him back to what he should have been.
In this case it was Magic, the only one here he could not harm- under any and all circumstances. It was the fact he had loved her once, so passionatly and it still tugged on the hole where a heart should be had he not been stripped of all emotions when everything happened at once. His mum had died not long after he turned one and things happened. Those he trusted left him alone forever.
He sought out any feeling in her and at her words he looked at her and for a moment that fear, and pain came back to him. It showed all through his eyes as they swam with those hidden things, the ghosts he had hidden from himself for so long but only now confirmed. Then it stopped the emotions gone and the stallion left the same, without a feeling in his body and no words to say in response.Maw parted and cool tones flowed like water, a dam breaking.. the closed window to his heart.
"Home. I went back to the place I was born.. " his voice cracked slightly with pain and sadness, "I confirmed what I already knew.. my mother's dead.. and my father's no better then Denzien.." he regained himself and masked it all. He fell silent.
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Post by shadie on Apr 16, 2006 20:47:58 GMT -5
-pokish-
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 17, 2006 9:15:01 GMT -5
-I want Hazel to reply...so she don't fall behind...-
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Post by wolf2 on Apr 19, 2006 18:22:40 GMT -5
I don't stop breathing every time the phone rings,
My heart don't race when someone's at my door,
I've almost given up thinking you're ever gonna call,
I don't believe in magic anymore,
I just don't lie awake at night,
Asking God to get you off my mind.
It's getting better all the time,
it's getting better all the time.
.She. waited for his answer, for his deep lyrics to catch her adus again. Her heart throbbed with a steady fear, pain, and anger. She wanted to love him, she wanted too so much to love him again...but she was scared. Would he hurt her agian? Hurt her brother? Her mother? Her friends? She knew he wouldn't hurt Feather...but what would Storm feel if she took the ivory stallion back, after his leaving? She didn't want her brother to think she was foolish, and she didn't want him to be ashamed of her. She began to think...just what would her father do at a moment like this? Her mother? Where was her mother? She knew she was somewhere at the shore...but where? Usually she'd be here by now... His words reached her ears. He had left with no word saying he'd be back. But he did this to make sure his mother was gone. Magic might do just that same thing...if the rumor came around that her mother was dead...but surly she would leave a notice. But what if the stallion had a sudden urge to go? To know the truth?
Yeah I got to work on time again this morning,
This old job is all that I got left,
And no one even noticed I'd been crying,
At least I don't have whiskey on my breath,
Yeah I think I'm gonna make it,
'Cause god won't make a mountain I can't climb.
It's getting better all the time,
It's getting better all the time.
"Curse...do you love me? For I still have feeling for you...but I am scared. I know you wished to know of your mother...but one word...one word would have let me know this."
She looked to her brother...
"Storm...do you think I am acting as a fool...?"
God I hope you're happy,
Girl I wish you well,
I just might get over you
But you can't ever tell
.She. turned back to look at the stallion...she wanted to love him. But could it be the same as before? Could she rebuild the love she once had of the ivory stallion before her. Her curse of love? Could it come back? Her mind drifted back to the days when she was so much in love with Curse...the good times. Her heart began to pound, and she broke out into a cold sweat...she still loved him and she knew it. A feeling rushed over her, the same one she felt when Curse told her he liked her. The same rush that came over her with the thought of a foal...the rush that still came.
I always thought I'd do something crazy,
If I ever saw you out with someone else,
But when the moment came last night,
I couldn't say a word,
I stood there in the dark all by myself,
Yeah I could have said a million things,
But all I did was keep it locked inside.
It's getting better all the time,
It's getting better all the time,
It's getting better all...the time.
"Curse...I love you...." |
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Post by stitchedskull on Apr 19, 2006 19:49:33 GMT -5
His day had been like they had been. Dreary and blurred. Nothing was vibrant with color, the wind was not fresh. NOt the waves as mighty and vocal as they once had sung in his auds. The trees were taunting, the sands were harsh. Not a beast nor stone nor plant wished to comfort him it seemed. Like a ship tossed amongst the rabid waves, sprewing sailors like blood over the gnashing rocks that scared the skys, he wandered. Minuets dragged onto hours, the sun never moving from its pinpoint in the sky, never resting his mind into the chilled night.
How long would he waist, just pacing along the shores, trying so hard to think, nothing but thought was thinked. Just when sanity threatened to leave him threadbare, the nervwrecked stallion's soldiers delivered the message of a cry. Unfamilier to his auds, the love-struck muscle in his chest beat heavily. Rising the chizled skull, nares parted, then the feathers dragged on. Daggers soon lifted into a heavy trot, banner high in defence. If he was permitted on these lands, he would defend them, for Magic, if not for himself or the king, or honor. Sillohetts burned the sky, and he cantered to catch up, then stopped. Uncertain and heart pounding suddenly, he watched.
Curse. He had returned. Either the bastard was a fool, honorable, or downright cruel. Only one was exceptable, and it still did not burry him break Magic's heart. Bellowing his arival from deep lungs, he walked, head high and round, drafted flints carying waves of sand. Then, the rage drowned.
Drowned in a sudden ocean of confussion and despair.
Curse, I love you.
Auds falling with the pace of his heart, his whole body fell still. Uncertain if he was still alive, Drift knew not what to do. Turn and leave like a coward? Or fight the stallion that broke Magic's heart, and now stole it? Dumbstruck and heartbroken, he wished to comfort Magic all the more. But did she wnat it. She had what she wanted. Curse. Just as the rage was swept away, the sea returned it to his tissues, but now it was rage at everything. Magic, Curse, Storm. Even himself and the lands that held them together. Did he dare say a thing? Yes. He did dare. He had nothing to lose.
"Do you really?" He challenged Magic, voice soft and warm, but a certain cold power hung, directed not her, but all auds listening. "Him. The one who tore out your heart? Prove to me he wont do it again and I will leave these lands." Sorrow stung the final five words. "Otherwise that bastard has no right to breath on." Rising his head, the rage ony increased, draft carcass shuddering with anger, adrenaline burning through his veins, eyes moving from the fem, to Curse. |
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