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Post by Meg on May 20, 2006 20:12:19 GMT -5
./Cigeratte
I sweep the ground like the wind.
I snatch your babes from their beds at night.
I'm coming to you town now.
"Hush-a-bye don't you cry, go to sleep-y, little baby.
When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses."
The soft call whispered into all the tiny ears of the babes that slept calmly beneth their mothers. Awaking them and calling them to her. Her soft singsong voice was so beautiful, so peaceful. Just like a spell it called out to them. A beautiful spell that sounded so lovely, but it was so... unnatural. It sounded so unearthy. She sounded like an angel. And angel from hell. But that was to be ignored. Not everyone needed to know of her horrid intentions.
"Blacks and bays, dapple grays, coach and six white horses.
Hush-a-bye don't you cry, go to sleep-y, little baby."
Her voice continued to call softly out to them. Luring them to her dancing body. She danced upon the moonwashed sands, her beautiful dappled bodice rippling with muscles. She looked so beautiful and pure and sounded as though too... Why could she be seen as this, when in the inside, an ancient evil creature's heart beat. This spell that crawled into babe's ears and made them squirm awake and clamber away from their mother's quietly was as good as a snake bit to the ankle of a human babe.
"Come, baby, come. Your father tends to the herd.
Your mother sleeps in dreamland. And you come to me.
Come, baby, come and rub your head upon my breast."
She contined to call out to them. Dancing and singing in her midnight angel's form. That was how it would happen. In the stillness of the night, when no one would suspect. And the babes would come with her willingly, set to her by her sweet, evil spell.
[Occ; No muse...-shakes head- This is for foals only!!] |
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Post by Hazel on May 21, 2006 5:25:41 GMT -5
Tiny bodice shook as the lyrics entered her upright audes, wonder and confusions entering her young form, her heart racing, her frame tense. With a small nuzzle, Unna was away from her parents, her shire bulk moving her towards the sweet melody, audes ever up, litsening to where the song came from, amist the rocks of the sandy shores. She was so very happy her father had brought them here, for the simple amazement at the tune. Turning round, she spotted its source, a beautiful mare, calling to her, it seemed. Eyes wide, all fear left her bodice, and she moved towards her, the one. She stood, simply staring, before the large vixen, then slowly, her mug lifted to press against her barrel, nuzzling the strangers chest as she did her mothers.
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Post by Kindred Blue on May 21, 2006 7:42:33 GMT -5
"Unna!" Before the sweet music had even made itself known, Bryony had left her parents' sides and followed the retreating form of her white hued sister. Her voice called out with a hint of annoyance; why had she followed the stupid girl anyways? She was no babysitter.
But that music.
It started only a few moments after she had crept away from her parents, and as she dew closer to the source of the sound, the more enchanted she seemed to be. Words flew from the jaws of a stranger - a stranger she spied just ahead - in just the way that sweet music notes had spun from the pipe of the Pied Piper. Maybe we should pay her; then she will stop.
Bryony was dangerously close, now, but the music felt so sweet. A dappled creature, she saw as she drew nearer, that danced over the sands that she was so very unused to. She spoke - no, sang; words of a gentle lullaby that made the young filly take the final stretch at a gallop. Inside her, a sudden yearning burned, a wish to be closer to that dancing figure. Dance with me?
Halt. Bryony drew to a stop, barely acknowledging the fact that her sister Unna was already beside the fair dancer. A pause.
What now? The song had brought her this far, but as she stopped, the burning in her chest fizzled out, leaving not even a spark of interest. Why was she here?
Struck with a sudden fear, Bryony took a step back, ears pinned back and eyes narrowed. She had just remembered what the Pied Piper had done with his song.
He took all the children away.
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Post by ashleigh04 on May 21, 2006 8:37:16 GMT -5
The music flooded her tiny auds, her cream bodice turned slightly catching glimpse of where the sound was coming from. Trying to ignore it she couldn't. She turned about 100 metres from where the mare stood. And what was that? Unna was travelling near her and ... was that Bryony? She felt scared yet hesitant about going anywhere near the mare, though perhaps the mare was just another herd member, perhaps she was related in some way to Unna and Bryony. Who was she to judge? She had only been here around a week and still didn't know the member. Though one thing she did know what that her new foster mother wasn't near and she wanted to watch out for her friend and sort of sister Unna and find out what Bryony was like.
Though she was older she was extremely weak and fragile. She began to trot, her legs pacing slowly but daintily her orbs filled with light and determined to make it, it was like she was brain washed. She no longer feared the some sort of dappled mare that sung, she was quite interested. Cantering faster she tripped, her talons stuck in a small sand hole. Picking it out she began to gallop faster every so often tripping. Her heart was not as strong as every other foal, she had to take it slowly she didn't want to over do herself.
She reached the mare, Bryony and Unna. Unna she whispered quietly hiding behind, smiling she nudged her velvet playfully and then looked up at the tall mare. Hello she said smiling then stepping back all of a sudden wishing she had not spoke.
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Post by Lazy Sienna on May 21, 2006 9:52:43 GMT -5
She was grazing, trying to get the taste of the grass to satisfy the taste of the milk..it didn't work. She looked at the green stuff and thought of her parents ate this stuff. Sienna was the filly's name and she was almost a yearling, another week or so and she would be one, unless she was one now. Her black mane was started to grow from it usually fuzziness to its longer state, more beautiful state, lengthy, but not that long, maybe a few inches longer then when she was born. Her stilts had grown a little as well, but again, not so much. She began to wonder over to her mother, to satisfy her milk, and drink up the remains for the day, when her audtives caught the sound of a mare's lullaby. She nuzzled her mother and then began to be lead by the beautiful, soothing sounds of the mare.
Her eyes seemed to be spinning as she was hypnotized almost, when she got there, her eyes turned back into the normal brown, the eyes of her mother. She saw the other foals, she never knew how many were on the beaches of the shore, then she saw the mare that had sang that lullaby, and she smiled, walking over to the mare and said in a soft, sweet voice, I am Sienna Glory, Princess of the Shores....why have you summoned us?, she then waited for an answer.[/sup]
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Post by ♥/tiyre on May 21, 2006 16:39:45 GMT -5
hito.riaruki
danc.ing wit.hout a drea.m
Bay splashed and sullen, the colt trotted towards the sound of softness. It was so strange - untold, for he had never knownw kindness. Briefly he recognised Sienna - he had met her once before, though they had not talked long. Surprise greeted his eyes at the site of so many foals - he, of course, being the eldest. After all, he had been a yearling before even coming to the Shores, but that was no matter.
There was a white and a black paint, larger foals even than he - sisters? Twins? Pain coursed through the colt once again, remembrance of his lost sibling. It had been born dead. Unexpectedly he shook himself, trying to stop the remembering, for it brought only all the pain he had ever felt - and he wished once again he had run into the sea and had not been found.
The was Sienna - an elegant black - and another filly, pale palomino in coloring. Where were they going? Obviously, to the beautiful music, to the angelic dancing dapple. Harks cocked to hear both the music and the words spent ‘pon the mare, Hitoriaruki stopped, stance for once relaxed, at ease, instead of ready for flight.
d.ying wit.hout a hea.rt
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Post by Meg on May 22, 2006 19:44:03 GMT -5
[Occ; I modified Sienna Glory's text color so we can read it.]
Cigeratte.
I have them in my hands,
Bid them goodbye.
Or save them by high rise.
"Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight.
With lilies over spread is baby's wee bed.
Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed."
She sang softly, seeing one precious white babe arise first over the hill. The babe came, her eyes glazed in a spell; and pressed her cheek upon Cigeratte's chest. Going along with this sweet, gentleness; Cigeratte placed her chin on the tall babe's neck and nibbled softly at the tiny tressels that grew there. Soon another came in the distance with the markings of a paint. She had stood unwarily for a moment, then galloped the rest of the way. Wonder was in her clouded orbs as she whispered the name of the first arrival, Unna... and stood close to her. Sister shires. Beautiful. "Just beautiful to add to my collection."
"Lullaby and good night, thy mother's delight.
Bright angels beside my darling abide.
They will guard thee at rest, thou shalt wake on my breast."
She continued to sing until the rest arrived. One came, tiny and fickle; touching the snowy hide of the first and whispering her name. Unna... again. And then she glanced up at Cigeratte; Hello. Cigeratte bit back the sharp glare of her nature instinct and just smiled sweetly to her.
And another came soon after; a filly like the rest. A filly that Cigeratte had wanted to catch. She came in; announcing she was Storm's daugher; and the heir of this lands. Cigeratte became extra nice; touching the filly's soft mug with her own before gliding on the surface of the sands like a ghost. Dancing with her elegant body still. Soft nickers ended her song, and yet still one more arrived. A baby boy; bay splashed and hiding in the corners. He seemed sad, and shy; but Cigeratte's lullaby had still drawn him out. Looking around at all of them, she counted. Five. Five beautiful foals to take home to Duna. Five.
Cigeratte danced her way around them. Circling them and subconsiously making them bunch together. Making them huddle close while the mysterious, dancing mare danced around them. They were in awe of her beauty and pureness of an angel, not for long. Pausing behind them, cutting off the access of the Shores; she cried out a differnet song in a differnet voice that wasn't so gentle and sweet.
"Read the tale of my desire.
A book of hate,
Never exhale.
1000 volts,
I never walked away."
She screamed and reared up; her orbs ringing white and there was a crash of thunder as she struck out at the clan of foals. Manic laughter filled their ears as their "sweet, singing angel" turned into the devil. Her laugher peirced their ears as she reared down upon them, snipping at their rumps and driving them to the lands were Duna slept in the cave she found for them. Cigeratte's head twisted up to the moon, and with a clatter of hooves she ran forward; pushing them on. Lightening slashed the sky as the heavens opened up to her cruetly and let the rain pour down. Her meniacing sing song voice floating out to them.
"Can you see the fire that burns from my heart?
This song is for you!
So perfect because,
I have you to prove my sanity!"
Her cruel laughter crackled like a whip over their rumps, urging them on.
Light up this Cigarette.
Tonight I will sleep with the gun in my mouth.
Goodbye my loves...
[Occ; MUAWHAHAH!!! -loves to reack havok-]
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Post by flame on May 22, 2006 19:58:08 GMT -5
she looked around and smiled. The mare was like a sweet lullaby. She was nothing like her mother, and when she heard the sweet lyrics, she had to follow the mare. She needed to follow the mare, she was hypnotized, she didn't know where she was going, what she was doing. She looked at the colt and smiled, nuzzling him and then followed the mare, watching her run around, she closed her eyes and opened them. Rearing in the circle, scared. She was listening to the lullaby and looked around. She smiled as the mare was acting sweet...then...
She heard the thunder and saw the lightining, Oh no! She thought and looked around. They were being..foal-napped. she never in a million years thought that this would happen to her, but here she was, being driven to a land she never knew. She reared and tried to resist, but the mare pushed them one, she was big enough to push all 5 foals to the land. Her eyes wondered to behind her, where she saw the land that she loved, and always would.....and sighed as she moved to the front of the line...and walked on..[/sup]
((no muse..sry!))
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Post by ♥/tiyre on May 22, 2006 20:07:14 GMT -5
hito.riaruki
tel.l me im n.ot wor.thless
Fearful auds, flcikering forever, took in the mare's lullaby - and then her curse. Instinctive whicker pushed itself out, though only as gentle as the whisper of an angel fish. The crack of thunder and hate rained upon the foals - and he felt secure. Here was what he was used to; he had never known kindness, save from Sienna and her father, for he was, of course, the living twin. Here was a life he could leave - the life of a slave, if that was what he was to be.
However, his thoughts changed as he looked to the black filly who had convinced him not to join the waves. The filly that had taught him what friendship was - oh, it was but a few short days ago! He saw her fighting, and he wanted to be like her; strong, no longer the slave. But here there was nothing for him to do, so Hitoriaruki merely stood at the black filly's shoulder, an encouraging nicker passing through his white lips.
an.d ill t.ry to prov.e yo.u rig.ht
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Post by Kindred Blue on May 23, 2006 10:36:13 GMT -5
He took all the children away. And it suddenly became all too clear to Bryony that there were alot of children for the Piper to take.
More and more foals swarmed the shoreline, and she ripped her gaze from the stranger to watch them arrive. Each she fixed with a cold stare, never feeling the need to show any kindness in this odd meeting. Two more fillies arrived just after herself, and then a single colt - older than her, yet smaller. She realised, with a smug smile, that she was the largest foal there.
A crash, and the sweet notes of the Piper (or Piperess?) twisted in tone and thundered out a bass line that sent the gathering awry. The black filly took the lead - Bryony glared at her retreating form with anger - and the colt followed in fear. But Bryony had never been one to be pushed around.
Pain nipped through her rump as the mare delivered a neat bite to her rump, and she neighed loudly and reared (which was an odd experience, she'd never actually done it before, though she'd tried). Her eyes widened for a moment as she flailed her forelimbs around, but then her gaze darkened. As she dropped back to a standing position, she turned back to face the phsycotic creature.
Fear was an emotion she was not used to, but it was all to clear in that moment. The Piper raged, a wildfire all her own with power amounting to something much greater than the poor foals she had lured forth, and for the first time, Bryony was scared. It took all the courage she had to speak in that moment; word that, she realised shortly after, were likely to bring her doom.
"I'm going nowhere."
ooc: Yay for Bryony, the little fighter :33 I figure we just slap her back into place :D [/sup][/blockquote] |
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Post by ashleigh04 on May 23, 2006 10:43:28 GMT -5
So many tiny bodices, so many bigger than Belle. Bryonny... she thought it had to be, met the description. But how could it be wrong to go with the mare? She hadn't a mother well not a real one anyway. She had seen the beautiful mare only once and had not seen her again. However she had known Unna a little longer and wanted to remain with her, Bryonny her other non blood sister obviously didn't know who Belle was. She thought she should clear that up first. Bryonny? she ask quietly so as not to disturb the mare and he whispering charms. I'm your non blood sister. Your mother took me in when i had no where to go... thats all. she ended quickly smiling then focusing back to the dappled mare.
Wanting to do something she trotted happily over to the charmer and smiled. Rearing slightly she nipped her coat. Then got down wondering if she had noticed her. Not attention seeking no. She simply adored the singer and wanted to know her more, follow her as long as the charming music kept on.
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Post by Hazel on May 23, 2006 11:28:42 GMT -5
I sit and wait
does an angel contemplate my fate
and do they know
the places where we go
when were grey and old
I´ve been told
that salvation lets their wings unfold
so when I’m lying in my bed
thoughts running through my head
and I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead
The mare seemed sweet, as she nuzzled the slender babe. Unna listened to nothing but the song, as if sung by a beautiful nightingale. She felt her chest rumble as she hummed along, but the sound was hollow and harsh to her pistons. Banner thrashed behind her, somthing chanfed, the sky was blacker, the song was strangly mystifying, yet pierced her rib cage like daggers within her heart. She wanted to stop listening, but she was powerless she she sunk into a trance.
The horror about her was nothing in the eyes of the shire figure, the innocent eyes of the ivory babe shined out like two beetles against the glowing sun. Audes pricked up as the lyrics became fierce, but the childs mind was none the wiser, and so, with a push upon her rump, she began to sail forwards, head held high and eyes wide, ringed in creamy white, the fear that she no longer felt was visable for all to see.
And through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call she wont forsake me
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Post by Meg on May 24, 2006 17:34:38 GMT -5
Cigeratte.
Now look what you've done.
You've pissed off the mistress of
Insantity. Happiness.
WHAT?!
Her scream bit through the air as the rest of the merrily little children went ahead, pushing through the darkness and the strom to Duna's cave but one stood behind; defying her. No one defines Cigeratte without a good cause, and this little tyke didn't have a good cause. With an angry nip to her hindquarters once more, Cigeratte slidled next to the patched shire, and grabbed the babe's mane. And pulled.
She drug Bryony a good 10 feet before she kicked her frount foot out and released her, placing a forehoof on the babe's rump, she shoved her into the group with the rest, a stern look on her ever so serious face. Once the babe had been pushed into the group alonside with her ivory sister, Cigeratte snorted; plunging forward she reared up over them, her hooves coming inches from their hides. Her screams echoed onto the waves as she hushered them on.
"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer, Crasher and Dixen!
To the top of the hill, to the top of the forests!
Now dash away! Dash away! To the caves of the Deep Forests!"
She cried, her mockery haunting in the dark as she pushed them on, passing the Shores boundaries and to the deep forests. Her cries echoed in the lands. Soon she would be out, looking for more. Duna better be ready for this batch of babes, Cigeratte wouldn't be happy if she wasn't. She bucked out once before she fell quiet, ever now and again rushing up behind them, nipping them to go faster. Her jaw tipped up to the moon as she kept them at a steady three beat gallop. They would be tired by morn.
Her beautiful dappled bodice shown wet from the rain that poured down upon them, and when the lightening flashed, you could just barely make out the small dark huddle group of foals cantering quietly before the dappled, crazy mare that drove them forth. She would never end her insanity.
Watching the days burning out like a cigarette,
Just a few drags to go.
You built me up
And you broke me down,
Somehow.
[Occ; Eff my muse. You foals reply one last time, and then I will reply with Cigerette entering Duna's cave. =D] |
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Post by ashleigh04 on May 25, 2006 13:32:20 GMT -5
The hypnotic gaze from her eyes disappeared. The music flooded out of her ears, coldness shivered threw her spine. This mare had a cruel side and it looked as if Bryonny and her were the only to see it. The way she had moved Bryonny harshly to where she and the other foals were playing about alarmed her. Ok so it wasn't something serious but what was she planning to do? Bryonny was known well in these parts and she didn't seem to like the dappled mare. Perhaps she was intruder? She wanted her momma but the bulk of the beautiful shire was no where to be seen and anyway she wasn't her real momma.
Pushing away from the others she tugged the dappled mare on the neck. Why did you do that? she asked quizzing the mare. Though the song drained back to her ears, hypnotizing her once more. She stood waiting for an answer but this angel was no devil.
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Post by Kindred Blue on May 26, 2006 10:39:12 GMT -5
WHAT?! Oh dear, she'd done it now. But Bryony stood tall and glared at the mare, hiding her fear and keeping her stance as strong as she could; she had to be brave. She was the largest here and the only one that could try to protect the others.. but, naturally, it was a bit of a failed attempt.
Another nip chided her, and she gnashed her teeeth angrily, but before there was time to retort the mare was upon her. A searing pain rushed down her neck an she felt the tugging at her mane. With a neigh that was all too full of fear and pain, she dug her back hooves into the sands and resisted with all her might; eyes shut tight in concentration, trying to control the pain. But the mare, this witch, was stronger - and as Bryony felt sections of her mane tearing from her skin, she couldn't stand it any longer and she stumbled forewards.
Her neck ached, but the punishment for her retort was not quite over; the Piper delivered a sharp kick (or push?) to her rump and sent her flying into line. Feeling somewhat defeated, Bryony lowered her head and joined the back of the line, her ruined mane drooping over her neck. Though her esteem was dampened, she kept her gaze ahead, eyes filled wih malovence as she bared her teeth.
Through the darkness, the foals were driven on, and Bryony's muscles did a fine job at keeping up with the pace. Infact, at times she felt annoyed at those ahead of her who moved so slowly, who restricted her freedom. Freedom.. she thought gently. It was difficult to know if such a word would ever be real again.
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