/wild pyre/\calling Kinneh/

[Kindred Blue]

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

The poor stallion feared his own changing, and so, he took another step back, in order to leave a distance between himself and the mare should his anger lash out and claw at her. He lowered his head momentarily, shaking it softly - or at least, softly to the eye, but within his mind each shake was strong, an attempt to clear his mind.

When he met her gaze again, it was clear to see that he was fighting a private battle within; his eyes gave as much away. Deep, and chesnut in colour, they truely were the windows to his soul, windows that he couldn't draw the curtains to. His ears flung themselves back as she spoke again, pinning themselves to his head as he looked yet more confused. "No.." he mumured to himself gently, a voice laden with too many emotions to name.

He cleared his throat, speaking quietly, and looking to the side. His words were lies and so he did not dare meet the sweet mare's gaze as he spoke them. "We have only just met.. you don't know me. And I don't know you." The words tasted like poison on his tongue - liar, you, bastard - liar! He tossed his head in a second of madness before returning to a perfectly still bodice.

He did know her. Something inside him told the brave stallion that he knew her.. and he, like she, could not explain it. But it was there that the differences between the two horses became apparent - she had the eyes of a dreamer, and she was not afraid to tell him her wonders, but he.. he was reserved, he locked things away. He would not break out into cries of sweet nothings, hoping she would provide all the answers. She could barely even talk yet.

With an out-breath, he managed to look at her again - calmer, now, as the emotions that fueled his outbursts returned to swimming quietly in the depths of his mind. He hoped his next words would be a remedy for the poison he had let drip from his tongue. "I don't know you.. but I can get to know you."

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

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[♥/tiyre]

(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 made the coals of her eyes darken to black, the same color as her faultles pelt, save for the scar. So he didn't believe. Pyrefly wasn't a dreamer - that was why she thought this feeling had been so right. Now she saw just how wrong it was. She was a spitfire - most knew that. That was how she had gotten her scar. She had been a little tyke born in a warm, musky racing stable, and had refused to follow the humans. They tied her to a pole, and she tried to escape. It didn't work.

Why his eyes spoke differently, spoke differently about his position, she didn't know. Had he never learned to hide the weakness often found there? He was shaking - and his words hit her core. [n]"No,"

[/b] she replied, voice muted and contorted with the effort to hide all pain, both physical and mental. "We don't know each other." Even as they left her, she knew they weren't true - and yet they were. Until they somehow became the equine they were supposed to be, they wouldn't know each other. She had never believed this rubbish before...

His next words stumped her. Her insides were cold, frozen as though fearing that movement would make one of the flames light up. "Get to know me... perhaps that would help..."s she replied, offhand, dazed. Maybe learning about each other would open something up.[/color]

(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[/center][/size]