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Post by ♥/tiyre on Feb 4, 2006 23:51:51 GMT -5
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
Once the mare was red. Now she was black. Once she spoke. Now her voice was muted. Once she nearly loved. Now she was completely alone.
Pyrefly, once known as Rosethorn, the forgotten mare of the Shores, knew not of her heritage. If one had asked her who her mother and father were she would have answered without hesitation that it was Farasha and Hell's Fire. But it was not so, could not be so. Her parents were Spirit and the oft forgotten Ardraline. She had come back once before... but that time, she had remembered who she was. She had helped her father in many ways. But he had still died.
Then she was Salina. Now the mare who stood looking at the group of horses was Pyrefly, mute mare with eyes of hot coals. She was no longer a quiet mare - she was silent, but her actions spoke loudly. She was proud, she was how she was.
A pang of strange recognition came over her. This area seemed as though she had been here, lived here, loved here. But "here" was a place that she had never seen. "Here" was a place she had never visited. "Here" was somewhere she never could have been.
A gentle sound was issued, the only sound she could create, made from when she blew swiftly. She asked a question - a question about her feelings. But it was also herself voicing the question, asking someone to come, to save her from the darkness she felt.
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become |
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Post by Hazel on Feb 5, 2006 10:00:51 GMT -5
The weakened Storm was walking along his home - the home her had once protected after his father passed away. Now he was alone, most of the herd was still by him, but his best friend had not only stolen his lands, but his sisters heart. Storm felt alone, even though he was helped by his friends and family. He couldnt tell anyone what exactly was missing, for he didnt even know what it was himself. Maybe he wished for his lands, but anyone could have guessed that. He did want them back, but that was not what bothered him. Maybe it was his friends betyaral, of the curse he seemed to carry upon his shoulders. Maybe, he thought. He was getting fed up of limping from the weakening Gaia and falling where he stood.
Drawing himself away from his thoughts, he lifted his head and gazed around the shores. For a moment, he saw nout but sand and sea, but then, upon the horizon, he spotted the form of a black mare. He ambled over at a slow, feeble walk and smiled.
"Good day, m'am. Names Flamed Storm, former owner of these lands."
He gave a small nod and let his head droop once more. His audes were high and alery, but his eyes were blurred and unfocused.
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Post by flame on Feb 6, 2006 16:13:16 GMT -5
News! The greatest news to every hit the Shores since Broken Dreams had jinxed the land. So many things had hapened, but this would help her love became better.....she called around for him. No sight of him anywhere, which made her so unhappy. She sighed and then heard his voice, she looked areound for the black pelt of her love, and then spotted him with another mare, luckily Dreams wasn't the one to be jelouos, for she couldn't now...not with this news. She ran to him and nuzzled his maw and whispered in his ear
M'Love.....Curse is gone..these lands are yours again..
she then looked at the mare and lowered her dial to her with a smile and spoke with sweet, gentle lyrics..
Hello..I am Broken Dreams, but please cal me Dreams for haste
she nuzzled Storm once more with a smile, she knew this would make him a little happier, if not compeltely happy. For the pain of losing a friend that was like a sibling to him, and his lands was bad, but he got one thing back...was he to be ok with this..? Or would he just continue to be sad?[/sup]
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Feb 6, 2006 19:49:47 GMT -5
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
Pyrefly stared in hidden wonder at the stallion in front of her. She felt she knew him. She felt she was older than him, and she had known him just after his birth. But that was impossible, for she was but three and it was obvious he was older.
Her confusing thoughts were inturupted by the stag's words. Before attempting to answer, the gray came.
Pyre shook her head gently, as though loosing a fly from her neck. This mare had inturupted the soon to be conversation between the mare and staillon. But many did it... Pyrefly would let it go. She merely nodded as Dreams introduced herself. Then she opened her mouth, allowing a strangled sound to come from her throat. She had not been born mute; it had come with the Rope. But she had to say her name. She had to.
Pyrefly,
she whispered, not even sure if word had any sound to it. But air escaped, and perhaps they had caught the words. It had been two years since she had last spoken those words.
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become |
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Post by Hazel on Feb 7, 2006 15:19:06 GMT -5
Storm turned, hearing yet more steps upon the winds. Before he heard the strange mares answer, he was grinning and dipping his crown to his love. Yet he hadnt even asked her to be his mate. He made a mental note to ask her, but later. It seemed she had something to say. As she spoke, he gasped and took a hasty step backwards. His mane was tossed and his eyes wide, not in fear, but astonishment.
"H-he has left? Are you sure?"
He didnt know exactly how to feel. Should he be sad that his dear friend had left him. Or angry, for he had done what he had told Storm off for doing; abandoning the lands? Should he be glad, that he finaly had his lands back, or sad, that he had little chance of seeing Curse again. But Magic, what about her? Would his sister leave with the ivory stallion, or stay here, with her family? He sighed. It was her choice, not his fate to deside. He smiled at Dream and whinnied for joy. It was better to be hapy, than to be sad.
"This is wonderful news and, oh -"
He cut himself off turning towards the black mare. He heard her speak her name, he voice was harsh and cold. He wandered if she was infected by some sort of disease, but he though it too rude to ask.
"Welcome Pryefly, to my lands, i am the Stallion of the Shoreas."
He used the name his father once dubbed himself as, theproud leader of the sandy shorses. Storm reared, neighing into the winds. He felt weak, his elgs trembled as he stood abord only his hind quarters, but he felt light and happy. His lands were his once more.
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Post by flame on Feb 7, 2006 18:00:02 GMT -5
She smiled as she watched him rear, good it made him happy,every though the friend that was like a brother to him was gone..forever. Maybe he was under to much pressure, or just didn't want to be here, but she was happy to see her love happy to. She lowered her dial to the mare, in respect of course, for she didn't want to be rude. She reared as well, but didn't call him. She looked at the mare that spoke one word to her, and that was her calling
Please to meet you
her lyrics were again sweet and gentle, but the wind had to have carried them, for once it came, the wind hit hard. She looked at him and nuzzled his maw after he stopped rearing. She then backed up and answered her love's first question
Yes...he is gone forever
she said. She whinned back to him and said
Yes, the lands have been properly restored to they real king..
she stepped back..and nuzzled him once more, and looked at the black mare...named Pyrefly[/b][/color][/font]
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Post by Hazel on Feb 9, 2006 15:08:27 GMT -5
[ how do you know hes gone, and ill let her rely first ]
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Post by Lazy Dream on Feb 9, 2006 17:02:37 GMT -5
(He Quit...))
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Feb 9, 2006 21:32:04 GMT -5
((tis true. He did. Oh, but I've been talking to him on CI2... GAH! No muse!!!)) (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
Kissers fluttered, though no sound came. Pyrefly shook her head, embarrassed by her lack of sound. But it wasn't her fault. The scar left by the ropes could still be shown faintly.
Wow. Talk about mood swings. A broken fly into a proud stag. Which was the true one? Besides that... perhaps, Pyrefly thought, she shoul dleave, for the two obviously had much to talk about.
Annoyance flared momentarily behind the mare's eyes. Why did she have to have been spoken to by a stag and his mare, rather than just the brute? Then, perhaps, something could be done, said. Something could be achieved. But the moment passed, to be replaced by the somewhat-interested expression she usually wore, or tried to. Everything changes.
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become |
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Post by Hazel on Feb 12, 2006 6:58:52 GMT -5
[ Ah, okies ]
When Storms hooves fell, his face still beaming, his body changed back to the gaia struck creature he had always been. Often, others thought he bore the despression Spirirt had been forced to endure after his mares fought for his affections and died beacuse of him. But no, his mother had caught the deadly gaia and passed it onto her colt by milk, the form had stayed within him but thankfully, it prevented other diseases from entering.
He turned to the mare, Pyrefly. He dipped his crown and smiled. He wondered why she had spoken but one word when both he and Dream had arrived, but maybe it was nerves, or that she was shy. He didnt know. But whatever the reason, he would make her feel at home.
"Pyrefly, do you wish to join my hierem?"
He asked in a rough, hourse voice. Though happy, it still couldnt hide the sadness quivering in his voice that Curse was truly gone, or that the disease was eating him up inside. |
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Post by ♥/tiyre on Feb 13, 2006 20:38:15 GMT -5
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
Sadness...
The feeling was only given to Pyrefly when she remembered her voice before the rope came. She looked at the black stag; his pelt matched her own. But while he appeared sickly, she was the image of health. Had she been a stalion, she would have been a strong King.
Had she not lost her voice.
But she had, and that was that. But her eyes held her flame, for once they had been a deep carcoal grey. Now they were the color of fire.
Hearing the stag speak, she nearly laughed at him. Not only was the question fast - but he still hadn't asked. He could, and she wouldn't be mad; how to show it would be a problem.
Femme wuffled gently as she thought about how she could say what needed to be said. Yes and no questions were easy enough, but what about others? An maybe answer came to mind.
She cocked her head opening and closing her mouth, allowing a gust of air and sharp squeal like a chalk on a black board be emitted. Perhaps he would see it then...
As to his question, she shrugged. Did she want to be his mare? She didn't know. Joining his harem, perhaps not. But having a home - that was a good feeling.
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become |
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Post by Hazel on Feb 17, 2006 10:51:01 GMT -5
[ bump.....WHISPER! ]
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Post by flame on Feb 18, 2006 13:58:23 GMT -5
She smiled at the mare, she was happy to have another friend with her. Well..sorta. This mare seemed to be scared to speak any lyrics to Dream and her love, the king. She didn't know why...why? Was the question that was going through her mind. She just walked over to the ebony mare with a smile, and nuzzled her. She smiled and then nuzzled Storm. She then spoke
I would be so happy if you joined, if yes...you can nod your head
she said. She was trying to make the mare feel more welcome here, for Storm made her welcome here as well. She then looked around and smiled......and waited to see the mare's reaction [/size][/center] ((no muse...sry)) |
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Post by flame on Feb 20, 2006 13:35:03 GMT -5
[BUMP-HAZEL}
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Post by Hazel on Feb 28, 2006 11:24:20 GMT -5
[ sorry, will post later, kinda busy. ]
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