dream!
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Post by dream! on Jun 22, 2010 17:10:45 GMT -5
t e m p e s t Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest one of all? That's right. Me. Not my mother, as this character Grim Reaper seems to think. Oh, mother, you're so pathetic. You thought you could hide your love from me, did you? Thought you could go on behind my back, and fall in love? What about father, mother? You spent so many years waiting. Searching. Hoping. Like a widow who lost her husband to the sea. Oh, mother. You're pathetic. You left the memory of father, to go after this "tall, dark and handsome stallion." You declared... "oh Tempest! He's simply gorgeous! A black body, white mane, and a draft! He's perfect, simply perfect..." And you thought I'd be happy for you? Dead. Wrong. I'm disappointed. Have you told him about your only daughter? Have you told him if you have a daughter with him, I'm still the only legitimate child? Well, I bet you haven't even told him about me. So, he'll meet the fairest one of all. And mother, I plan on stealing him from you. Not with lust and love. But with hatred. I'll make him hate me. And I'll make damn sure he knows you raised me, and that hatred will in turn transfer to you. Oh, mother... you're so screwed.
The little dove had simply been wandering along, when she caught sight of a stallion fitting her mother's previously stated description. And thus, the bloodstained fae had come up with a plan. Her slim white legs had carried her after the stallion, following him until he disappeared, staying a good distance away. And so now, here she stood, at the mouth of a cave. She stared down to the point where the light no longer reached, her ears perked as she listened to the dripping of water onto the cave's floor. And then, because she's Tempest and doesn't give a damn about life or death, she picks up one white feathered leg and places a cream hoof on the cool ground. And then another. And another, until her whole body's surrounded by smooth stone, and she begins her descent into the world of the dark.
Who the hell would want to live here? Sure, it's great for hiding from enemies, for trapping a stallion to kill, and surprising a mare... but for leading a herd? Think of all the foals, lost in the tunnels and oblivious to the light of day. Who the hell would want to be a hermit in a mountain? So were the thoughts of a mare who was oblivious to the island of beauty found in the heart of the mountain. Down the tunnel she went, until she came to a split in the trail. Immediately, she thought to go right, and then goes left, because who ever trusts their instincts? Each step she took plunged her farther into darkness, until she thought she was blind. And then, all senses dulled and the only sound she heard being her own hoof beats echoing through the tunnel, she bumped her petite muzzle harshly into the cold stone at the end of the tunnel. Thinking perhaps the tunnel made a sharp turn, she spun in one direction, then another, and refused to spin once more due to her annoyance and the likelihood, in her mind, that she'd hit another wall. Her muzzle parted finally, a long, drawn out groan given, and one word said that would echo down the tunnel. Damnit.
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Dyzz
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Post by Dyzz on Jun 22, 2010 20:00:03 GMT -5
GRIM . REAPER The air shimmered with the aliveness of night. A certain aliveness that most creatures either where not aware of it, or didn’t respect enough to experience. And I am not one of those creatures. It is during these wondrous times of the night that I, Grim Reaper, feel more alive. It is during this period of day, that I am able to truly be myself. At least, as much of myself as an emotionless, borderline soulless, stallion can express himself. Some wonder why I let myself feel little. Or no emotions, but honestly, I don’t think it is a protective mechanism. I think it is mostly just who I am. My own specialized brand of insanity, just as my sister suffers for her own, as well. But my silence, and my emotionless state, it almost offers a sense of… dare I say comfort, that surrounds me? I suppose I don’t really know how to explain why I am so silent , and emotionless all the time. I just… I just am the way I am. Grim was grazing calmly, his eyes closed in bliss from the welcoming night air. His sister was sleeping somewhere of to his right, and for the first time in what felt like many years, Grim had the feeling that this time he wouldn’t have to keep such a close eye on her this time.
Grim glanced over to the blood bay leopard appaloosa mare in question, and slight smile graced the features of the stallion who usually hid such emotions. Only for his sister, that was his rule. Sometimes you couldn't help but look at her tenderly, not with her beings as special as she is. The black tainted stallion shook out the massive collection of ivory tresses. The very tresses that were suddenly whipped into the air, by a gust of wind that slammed against the stallion, chilled by the night air. Grim stood still for a moment as the wind pushed against his powerful draft body. The handsome stallion of 17 hands closed his eyes as the wind wrapped a lover’s caress around him, long fingers running through his mane and tail. Grim was a handsome, powerful beast, gypsy vanner in built, with more delicate plains from friesian blood, he stood at a powerful height of 17 hands, muscles stretched with ease over his large frame, and were covered by a hide of sheer, beautiful ebony. His mane and tail where full of luster, and curls that hinted at the gypsy and friesian blood that tainted his lines, the waves of rich ivory falling with their own accord. His mane only reached to the lower part of his chest, and his tail was kept in order, by reaching no farther then the large abundance of feathering that surrounded dinner plate sized hooves. The only disruptions to his hide of ebony where a handsome, large blaze of white that stretched across most of his crown. And his left hind leg had been dipped in ivory, coloring it up to almost his knee in the white paint. His eyes where an exotic copper, yet kept closed and emotionless. Not a single emotion ever flared across his face. He was too closely guarded. If you ever wanted to guess what the stallion was thinking, you'd have to read his body language. You learn his language, and you don't need to read his emotions. You learn enough that way.
Problem is, no one knows the language of the body, or at least, how Grim uses it. Not anymore. Grim gave his dearest sister one last glance before a desperate sigh left the stallions maw. It wasn't like she could get in that much trouble if he left her alone for just a little while. Grim took one more look at his sister. God, he was just being Paranoid. She couldn't get in that much trouble, he hoped. Grim took a step away from where his sleeping sister lay. God, if anything happened to her, he was going to be pissed. But night was his time to be himself. And sometimes the stallion just needed this get away moment. Blood understands this. She wouldn't be surprised to wake up and he wasn't there. She knows that sometimes he just needed to get away. If anything, the spunky, insane, chaos causing mare could relate to his need. Even if she was the only one.
The night was like a siren call for the grim obsessed stallion, and he closed his eyes against his temptress's call before he let a sigh fall from his maw once again. His temptress was calling him, and despite the stallions strong desire to not move forward, even he must answer the call of such a sweet miracle as the night. The stallion let a soft, almost desirable sound escape his throat at the thought of being free upon the night world, before suddenly gathering his haunches beneath him, and using all his power to burst into a rocketing mass of ebony and ivory. His eyes were slowly closing with the vibrating energy of his run, as he felt the winds tentavily run across him, as gentle as a lover's caress. This was what it felt like to let go, and just be the stallion who need, nigh, deserved to be as wild as the beauty of the night.
Slowly his energy left him, dropping his full out gallop into a gentle canter, then to a trot, before he was soon walking, his steps to lively from the high spirit he was in, when ever he was surrounded by the elegance of the night. "And the foals honestly believe me not to be nocturnal." The stallion said with a sigh, his head shaking one way then the other. No creature seemed to understand him. Not a one. "How can one not be more alive at night then they are in the day?How can one not admire the raw beauty that is this unbelievable time of day. How can one not love the night?"
[/b] The words were spoken quietly, yet in the silence of the night air, the calm, collected tones rung out, the lyricals sounding deep with masculinity, and vibrated with the natural power that was absorbed in the beast called Grim Reaper. The stallion shook his head, as he walked towards a river to his left, dipping his head into the water. His eyes closing, as the cool liquid hit his tongue and throat, rushing through his system, before hitting rock bottom at the level of his stomach. He sighed as he pushed away from the stream, and glanced at the sky. His sister would probably be awake by now, wonder what had happened to him, and so the stallion began his trek home, oblivious to a follower he’d picked up along the way, or at least, he was oblivious till they reached the tunnels. He took off there, disappearing down the tunnels, turn and twisting, following the tunnels till he hit the central one, and was beginning to walk towards home, when he had realized that it wasn’t just his hooves that he’d heard on his way home. And so the stallion paused, one hoof positioned in the air, before he shook his head, and turned around, his copper eyes narrowing, as he back tracked, and took another path, before hearing a voice ahead, at a dead in. A smirk slithered onto his muzzle. Seemed like his tunnels had caught a trespasser. And so the stallion kept to the shadows, approaching slowly, his hooves barely making a sound, till he stopped, eyes on the mare that looked clearly pissed off, and his façade went emotionless as he merely stood in place, and watched her. He let her sit there, lost and confused for a good few minutes, before taking a step forward, and stepping out of the shadows, with each step, bugs along the wall, answered his silent call, and began to glow, bathing the tunnel around he and the femme in a ghostly pale blue light. His copper orbs never left the femme as he halted, his form given a sickly hue, as the bugs continued to glow. And so he waited, now. Waited for the mare to speak on her behalf. For trespassing along his property. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] CREDIT ;; To Me! but the lyrics are from tilly at caution 2.0! LYRICS ;; fall out boys NOTES ;; None WORD COUNT ;; 1385
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dream!
Junior Officer of "On your way"
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Post by dream! on Jun 23, 2010 17:06:02 GMT -5
t e m p e s t The crimes of the young. This poor stallion had gone searching for his intruder... unknowing of who she was, what she had in mind, and what he was about to encounter. For as the blue bugs lit up the tunnel ever so slowly, and the petite Arabian with DreamWeaver's build was shown to be standing there, pretty much mushed against the crowded walls and facing the one to the stud's left. As her vision was given back to her, she turned slowly, so that the immensely tall stallion standing before her could be seen in full light. And then, unfortunately, it clicked in her mind. Those eyes! It's him. Fucking Grim Reaper. Mother's little bed buddy. Who's disgusting enough to go around sleeping with other stallions while they still dream of their beloveds return? She can't have moved on from father; it's beyond her capabilities. Impossible. She knows if she ever moved on from father... I'd kill her. Kill her for betraying his memory, this father who never loved me even though I was dying for his affection, his approval... and this stallion! He didn't even know who I am! Friggin ignorant.
Her hindquarters were literally pressed against the tunnel's dead end, her chocolate hide illuminated by the faint blue light. She stamped a leg encased in white, before letting her thoughts spill out. Completely unchecked. Totally uncensored. Who the fuck are you? Oh, don't answer that. You're the gorgeous Grim Reaper! The bastard who's screwing my mother behind my father's back! Even though her words were harsh and she wanted to completely loose her cool, the young mare managed to keep a level head and eject enough menace into her eyes to get her point across. Her voice was gravely with detesting and loathing, partially from being found lost and partially from being forced to encounter the stallion she wanted dead. He's big though. I thought I could kill him, but I guess I can't. I thought mother was into the smaller stallions? Of course not. She dreams big. Just look at daddy... and this bastard. Okay, so, I can't kill him per say... but maybe I could convince the king, once I get him to fall madly in love with me, to banish him. Or... get the army to devour him. Either way, this bastard's got to go.
The mare took a step forward, closing the distance between she and the marvelous black stallion so that she could feel his breath on the top of her ears. He's tall. That's the only observation she could make. She didn't notice his scars, his muscle, his build. Just his height, so narrow minded and focused was she. If you think you can screw my mother just to try and get a little action, you're sorely mistaken. She probably has herpes. Or something. She's that much of a whore. Trust me. Or maybe you gave her some STD's? Was that your plan? To kill my mother with sexual discomfort? Because that's pretty low. Even for the likes of you. Again, the petite mare advanced, so that her nose now touched the stallion's chest and his musky scent filled her lungs. I can make your life hell, you know... I can make my mother do anything I want. If I thought, even for a moment, that you would hurt her... why... there would be an army of banshees on you faster than you could scream my name. And it doesn't take long to say my name.
Honestly, I don't care if he's with my mother. It's the fact that he's so close to me, and my mother isn't, and that my mother isn't waiting for my father anymore. It made such a great story to tell, too! My poor mother... she still dreams of my fathers ghost. She's haunted by him daily... When I fall in love, I hope I can be as committed as she is... But no. Now, that's ruined. Thanks to this bastard. Now, all I have in my deck is a father who never loved me and a brother who tried to kill me. Thanks a lot! Why did you come here, anyways? My mother's not here, or I wouldn't be. Looking for another hag to lay already? The dove snorted, tossing her head as much as best she could and nudging him in the chest in the process. He was in for hell this morning... just think of all the witty banter and cheap blows the two would make over the course of their encounter. Personally, I pity Grim.
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Dyzz
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Post by Dyzz on Jun 24, 2010 10:56:51 GMT -5
GRIM . REAPER The large black stallion stared through the darkness, at his intruder, as the little blue neon bugs began to glow at his command, and slowly lit the canopy of the tunnel by their hued forms. The little mare was a pretty one, petite, delicate… rather like Dream, and Grim was shocked to feel a stab of misery with in himself. Ya, so… okay, for the first time in his life, he was missing someone other than his sister. But, hey. What do you expect. It was his DreamWeaver he was missing. He had every right to miss her, didn’t he? There was no other creature in the world like that. Besides, what else was to be expected of me? To move on and forget her memory. To move on and ignore the desires pooling in me, and go back to find her, and this time bring her with me? As much as I desire to give in to the latter motion, I still had my little twin sister to worry about. But, now, the little mare was turning towards me, and I narrowed my eyes at her, as she stopped a single hoof, before she suddenly let loose onto me, a fountain of words. Dear god, what have I gotten myself into, already? What the hell was she talking about. I raised a silent eyebrow watching her, my copper eyes carefully guarded, not letting a seep of emotion flitter in them, as I listened to her rant, thousands of questions running through my mind. Question one: Who the hell was she? Question two: Her mother? How the hell would I know her mother. The only mare I’d ever be willing to breed would ever be DreamWeaver. And I knew perfectly well the story behind her mate. And the biggest question of all: How did she know who I was, and what led her to despising me so. This might not be a good thing to admit, especially aloud, so the stallion kept the secret inside himself. The mare was amusing him. Foolish beast. He kept silent, though, allowing herself to word her into whatever casket was waiting.
Then the mare took another step closer, and instantly the stallion’s amusement switched to irritation, as he forced himself to stand still, hating it when others get in his space. He snorted, his breath mixing with the air around the top of her ears, as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at the mare. And then her rant continued. He remained silent, hoping to let her get rid of her thoughts, though the comment on STD’s really pissed him off. Who the hell did this filly think she was. And low for him? She didn’t even know him! Damned filly. He gritted his teeth, as she continued, threatening him this time, he bit back a snarl. Then she demanded to know why he was here? And then she finished her assault with a nudge to the chest, and that was it. Her nose barely touching him was bad enough. But…. It’s never a good idea to toy with the Grim Reaper. It’s worse to try to touch him… He gave no warning, nothing; before he snapped out, his lips pulling back, as he serpentine moved at an almost blurring speed, fueled by his anger, as he aimed to grab at either her shoulder or her neck, hoping to sink his teeth with in her, with enough strength, to push her away, forcefully, from him. A growl left him, as he stomped both of his front hooves, his ears having long ago buried into his thick silky white mane, as his copper eyes now blazed, glowering. ”Who the fuck, are you, to come to me, and state your outrageous claims. You’ve traveled onto my land, and personally, I have half a mind to turn tail now, and leave you lost in these tunnels. You’ll never learn your way out without the personal help of a member of my herd.
“And let’s get something straight. I don’t screw with other stallion’s mates. Is that understood. And who ever the fuck you think I’ve been with. Get over it. It’s none of your concern, what my personal life entails. Make life hell for me, darlin’, that’s already been and done. But that doesn’t mean I can’t ruin it for you. And why I came here is none of your concern. And for your information, I don’t ‘lay.’” His words where low, softly uttered, but spoken with venom, and the cold promise of death hinting in the undertones. He snarled, his eyes narrowing as he back up one step, preparing to turn around and head home, when a second set of hoof prints alerted him of another. And with the way the bugs lit up, at the simple hoof beats, he knew it was his sister. She pulled to a stop next to him, reaching up to nuzzle his neck, as he nipped her once, softly, on her shoulder, before she looked at Tempest. ”Go back home, Blood. I’ll be there shortly. I have to deal with an issue here… Go now, sister.” Blood glowered at him, pouting slightly and opened her mouth to retort, before thinking better of it, and nodding once to Tempest before cantering away. And the larger stallion sighed, as he watched her leave, noticing the slight differences that hinted at her missing the stallion he’d taken her from.
He returned his attention to Tempest, and finally, saw her for what she was, and the moment he caught on, his eyes flared with recognition, before narrowing again, and this time his tone held nothing but acid, and dominance, spoken ever so softly, in his powerful vocals. ”Let’s get this straight. I’m assuming you’re one of Dream’s kids… And if so, you should learn to shut your mouth. Because when it comes to Dream, there are obviously some things in your story your missing, like the fact, said father isn’t around. Dream told me all about Spiritspawn, and as shocking as it might be, I have no desire to be a jackass and force you to see the truth. But, you will leave my lands now. You will not approach me, my sister, or any of my herd. Should you do, I will be forced to take necessary measurements,” a slow demonic smirk slithered onto his face, ”And I’ve rightfully earned my name, Grim Reaper.” His eyes were cold, as he stared at her, taking another step back, and snorting, waiting for her respond. He’d volleyed the ball. It was in her court now.
[/color] CREDIT ;; To Me! but the lyrics are from tilly at caution 2.0! LYRICS ;; fall out boys NOTES ;; None WORD COUNT ;; 1101
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