[savagery and eloquence]

[cherise]

SIOBHAN

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It was springtime. The world appeared to rejoice at the simple notion of warmth as the vegetation scorned the receding snow, free at last. Wasps of compacted clouds, white as the fleece of a newborn lamb, were scattered arbitrarly across the morning sky. The fiery incantation that blazes its path towards the horizon quelled the smoldering rays of light until but a indistinct shaft pervaded the black capillaries grappling their way towards heaven. Oh for one to see such a sight! The baby shoots of emerald stalks peeped cautiously from the earth upturned by many a wanderer’s foot, black soil that smelled exquisetly of nature.The birds sang glorious melodies from their perches on the trees newly budding with leaves, sweet, merry hymns that smothered the atmosphere with a lovliness undeniable. Alluring was their exuberance, fluttering from limb to limb in delightful animation. It was not only the winged beasts that acknowledged the bewitching charms of Mother Earth. Creatures dug from cozy dens where they had slept for the frigid period of winter , dancing on feet with glee. Rolling plains that had once been damp, bleak, and unwholesome now prospered with the assurance of warmth. It seems startling that what was once desert and barren now be blooming with the most ravishing flowers and verdure. The eyes of all onlookers were gratified by the thousand sights of beauty and the thousand scents of elation. The single bystander sighed in bliss at the wonderful scene before her. It was not freqent that you were permitted to gaze in awe on a sight so brilliant. Yet here she was, certaintly overwhelmed by the splendor for the breath had been stolen speedily from her lungs in an exclamation of wonderment. Even now the rise and fall of the narrow chest was uneven as she stared onwards. But though she dearly wished to stay put in that single spot forever, she stepped forward with elegant strides. Metallic glazed physique ambled delicately over the flowering loam, not wanting to disrupt the sprouting perfection. Nary an imprint was left as a marker that she had passed through, though the occasional indent was mistakingly generated. Petite talons lightly scraped over the earth as the lithe frame swayed gently side to side above, nostrils greedily inhaling the ample fragrances. Somewhere a path of thyme bloomed, the tiny blue flowers releasing their perfume into the tepid draft that puffed leisurely by.

Tawny eyes grazed the landscape with hushed fascination, seeming composed with a mask of sagacious musing. Perhaps she was still youthful herself, but the preceding years had taught her to swell in intelligence and wits in considerable time. What cannot catch you cannot kill you. It is those words that she grimly clings to even now. The only indication of a troublesome chronicle of events is the solitary scar that scrolls vertically across the chest. Enamels clench in rigidity as the single memoir is flung deep within the soul. It is not time to consider the past for it is simply a memory. Aureate figure leapt forth with fluid ease int0 a three-gaited beat, the rhythm of pedestals striking the earth paralleling the deep reverberations of the heart as it exerted itself. Onyx tassels are flung flippantly past the golden poll to beat daintily on the muscled arch of the crest. Almond carved pools are serene a in the face sculpted with the love and finesse of a great artist. It is with such composure that the graceful maiden dashes across the clay, the muscled limbs that drive her body in flawless harmony. All captivation by the workings of Mother Nature was forgotten in the few moments of escasty that accompanied the endeavor. In those instances she saw the dark figure race beside her. Love, brief, excruciantingly joyous love, unlike human love with it’s regrets and fears. Love, a circle garnering of itself, for itself, what it gives.A love that yields and adorces, that is not forced or taken. What the world had been, what it should be, but what it will never be again echoed in dreamlike fragments through her brain. Not for her. She broke its gaze and turned away from the winsome prospect. It was not in her right to aspire for what might have been and was forever lost now. Love was but a fleeting impressioin in her heart, there then gone in the sequence of seconds. Love, simply put, was and always will be a game of russian roulette. Put the gun to your head and kneel in the pray position.

Siobhan advanced on the domain, a gleaming gold bullet that glided with smooth speed across raw terrain. Lobes shifted with quick flickers on the skull, the multitude of sounds untangling as they passed down passages to be processed. Muscles collectively stretched and withdrew, a delicatey choreographed dance of flesh beneath the skin. It was only when the trees broke to form a rather secluded glen did she pull abruptly to a halt, forcing haunches to drop down in an attempt to catch her weight. Successful in the manuveur the ess contemplated the striking woodland with tempered eyes. Sleek cloak of sunkissed powder glistened beneath the penetrable streams of radiance, benign in its semblance. A stare was fixed wistfully ‘pon the azure chamber that reared high above, a pensive smile curling the pretty lips that lay serenly on facial structure. The suade thump of a bird’s wings was absorbed by slender towers, perhaps on its way to dissect an unlucky insect. Such was the way of life she noted ruthlessly, swinging tender gaze back to the herbage . It was always a war for survival. Blood and death, though veiled, littered the landscape. She had seen enough to know, for warfare had always been a part of her life. Hot blood splattered across the bleached bones, death’s cronies lingering to feast off the lifeless flesh. Though it was past her now her mind seemed to be have been amused by her horror when a shattered skull or spouting artery was thrust forcefully into her field of vision. She did not flinch anymore she perceived wryly, glancing through the trees with reflective pondering. Velvet torso shivered with slight tremors before stilling, burnished maiden residing as a statue on the topography.[/color][/font][/size]


[words :: 1044]
[character :: siobhan]
[notes :: first post! anyways, open to all, light mare]

[Zanefera]

& & D E S P E R A D O ; ;

finding ways to make the night a little less dark
and shifting the light to be a little less bright
a job not accomplished by many
but persued by millions

The black bodice weaved in and out of the trees, keeping a steady rythm, as the appendages flexed and thrust brown rimmed obsidians into the ground. The ground was soft, a slight mush, that spoke of a gentle rain that had claimed the land, not long ago. Though the sun shined brightly, an effective chill could be felt within the air. It carressed the black beast, sending a shiver down his spine and creating a slight rippling effect throughout his into bodice. His blood boiled, raced within the confines of their veigns, as he twisted through the trees, and guided himself through the wretched terrain. It worked. His ebony bodice moved as if in a carress against the air, gently twisting him around the trees, even as the distance between them dwindled. It would have remained a scene of twisting and guiding, had not the trees become far too close to maneuver between. The light snort that moved through the beast's nostrils was that of agitation. His course would have to be changed, and he quite liked the way he was traveling already. Spanish fiend turned, twisting his way through the trees behind him, before turning a sharp right and continuing on that course.

Tassels whipped back in the air, that soothed the troubled soul it touched. The bodice heaved, taking in the pure oxygen, before exhaling on a sigh. Bodice halted, appendages holding the beast stick straight and impossibly still. Onyx eyes flickered out onto a gentle scene. The fae hadn't just caught his attention. All of his thought, and every fiber of his beaing was alert on her. She was slender, her bodice screaming of gentle curves. Her being spoke of her docile movements, of house she must lilt when she moved. Smile seemed to touch her velvets, and the beast drew himself from this captive scene, and pressed himself forth. Not willing to break the picture into a million tiny peices, the beast halted a few feet away, his onyx orbs glued to her. Afraid to speak, to move any further, as though the dream would lift and float off, and he'd be left standing, desolate and dazed. Lashes closed over his orbs, as he took in a steady trickle of oxygen. releasing it, he opened his orbs, to lower his cranium respectfully, not finding it within him to speak just yet. standing still, he waited a few moments. letting the moment sink into his bones, and travel through his system. It was as though he were in heaven, and wasn't supposed to be. If he spoke he might be thrown out, and left to his old ways, wondering the earth, as a lone soul.

Granit audits flickered forth, as vocal chords swelled, and allowed his thick accented octave to form lyrics and release them out toward her. Greeting, querida. I hate to be the one to break the perfection of this scene, but I feared that if I sat idle, another would snatch you, before I've even had the pleasure of introducing myself. But, sadly, spanish fiend had still forgotten brush his biddance upon her audits. It seemed that he was forgetting himself. but that wouldn't be for long. If he could get over the scene, he'd certainly have himself collected as he normally did. Orbs flickered over her bodice, taking in the coulr of her pelt and the texture of her orbs. the tassels the lay on her neck, and her stance. It was tempting to question whether this scene was imagined, but he'd rather pretend it wasn't, than face the reality that it might me. Smile curved lightly to his velvets, as he urged himself to go. It is always refreshing to see one captured in a moment that, for once, does not involve the wicked ways of this world. I myself find that it is refreshing to get away.

count; 655
completion; completed
comments; I know its REALLY REALLY short and crappy, but I promise the rest won't be. -Crosses her heart and hopes to die-

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[cherise]

SIOBHAN

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It is in the quietude of night when the sweet hush pools in your ears and murmurs softly of greater things. Aspirations that fill the heart with overflowing ecstasy only to be sullied by begrudging actuality. Dreams are simply that, dreams. A self-deluding fantasy that results in said person being crushed into the ground by corrupted souls who’s only goal in life (or so it appears) is to thrive off the suffering and agonizing desolation of innocent beings. Rueful exhalation acquiesced to the troubling thoughts that fluttered within her brain, a whirlwind of chaos instigated by recollection of former life. A mantle of melancholy settled heavily on the lissome frame, dampening the spirits that had thrust a gleam into perceptive eyes. She felt old, a weariness that descends through the body, slowing the unremitting pummeling of heart to chest and plunging lethargy to the muscles that control bodily gesticulation. Lids flickered faintly over pools of conspicuous umber, an air of surprising vulnerability appearing over the youthful figure before eyes opened once more and all sentiments were locked away. Lungs filled with the air still laced with the rawness of winter even though the exterior of the world was blooming to spring. The harsh taste of frigid winds trickled slowly down the tender throat. Slender lobes rotated lazily, mulling over the ever-changing resonance of the herbage. The rustling of newly-budding grass as sweet-tempered drafts waft negligently by. Even the vague strains of the songs of the winged critters up in their perches so high.A rabbit with pelt of velvety alabaster regarded the limpid presence with a curious nature, the flushed nose twitching incessantly. Presently common sense returned to the inquisitive creature and it scurried back to the undergrowth. She observed the exit as amusement etched shallow lines into facial exhibition. If life could be so elementary.. she mused with suppressed yearning before dismissing the idea with contempt. It was quite the opposite, life was a labyrinth of paradoxes that bewildered and bemused the competitor. Certainty she was disconcerted by the ever-changing playing field. It seemed the higher beings took pleasure in the perplexity that they shoveled to this world, for indeed it had turned to havoc in a time of solitude. Lashes lowered to splay lovingly on the cheeks as the ess mediated upon her thoughts in an introspective art. At times she had brooded over her seeming obsession in deriving the continually twisting and seething lines of existence. The nimble hands that weave the future bestow tumult on those who are foolish enough to attempt to perceive the finer workings of fate. And yet everyone shall one day know, she consented sardonically, for the denouement presents itself in eternal rest.

Nostrils trembled weakly in a stifled assemblage of odors, considering the fluctuating bouquet with passive attention. What thrill the benign joys of spring had cast on the attenuated form had been lost in a matter of minutes, perhaps even seconds. A solemn gaze was affixed to the lovely panorama that wound its way in circles round her, the endearing spectacle a match for the grim illustration of any such creature that dared dishearten in its presence. The exquisite vision chastised her gently as compassionate gales doffed sparse ribbons from lustrous curvature and sable tassels from the limbs. Soon the maternal prodding's succeeded in their goals and an agreeable smile slipped upon her lips with fluid ease. How devious the environment was in it’s grandeur to extract a indication of gaiety from one who’s sober ambiance shrouded all. Bemusement was reflected on the convex planes of her face as recognition of the simple manipulation was distinguished. Scheming beast aren’t you.. she murmured with indistinct tones to no one in particular before falling silent once more. Dwelling in serenity was the drug of mental repose, tranquility at its best. And yet as she loosened muscles from their stern tautness a foreign fragrance warned of a spectator to her stillness. Intrigued chasms drew cultured skull to peer at the bystander who had penetrated the isolation nature had lured her into. Examination was taken on as attentive lanterns scrutinized him with caution for friend and foe can become easily muddled when one is encountered quite unexpectedly. Voids ran along the flowing line from poll to dock, tracing masculine curves along the slope of the back. Mind wandered as peaceful gaze rested on the male’s polished cranium, feminine physique twisting with suppleness to receive his vocals more fully for she was gripped by the personality who advanced with nary a sound. The spanish purr trickled towards thin towers as molten mercury and she listened mutely, dissecting vowels and consonants inside brain. As the last notes echoed towards the atmosphere she graced lips with a dimple, before uttering cordial vocals in return. [/color]"Yes, the earth seems to be besotted by the sinister characters who ravage so luxurious a sight. When one finds a flawless setting such as this it is hard not to be enticed away."With lyrics spoken gaze was sent to circle the expanse of greenery with what one might discern as sorrow before eyes were sent to meet his once more."As far as introductions go, you may know me as Siobhan." As name was expressed head tilted to one side, a manner that disclosed humor occupying the aura that hung about her body. Glance was taken to the glassy onyx canvas before staring to endless cavities of nighttime where not one star was lit, deep seas of endless horizons. One could surely get lost in the depth of those eyes.[/font][/size]


[words :: 937]
[character :: siobhan]
[notes :: Mm, it's an alright post, not the best. xD]

[Zanefera]

& & D E S P E R A D O ; ;

it's not over tonight,
just give me one more chance to make it right,
i might not make it through the night,
but i won't go home without you.

Gentle laughter emitted from the parted velvets of the fiend, as he stpped forward only once, cranium swinging up with the jovial sound. Ah, querida, you do speak the truth in plain words. I am bid Desperado, don of Ferstation. Lone member of the herd of Ferstation. Onyx orbs flickered over her her tanned pelt, noting how destinctly unique it was. Obisidan dodged eachother, as the fiend turned to looks out over the shrubbage. It did seem to be a perfect day, or so he felt, as he noted the lush color of the leaves, the soft sodden earth, and the gentle sway the occassional breeze caused in the trees and bushes. Bod relaxed, as if no longer so intent pon everything but that gentle breeze, that toyed with both whipchord and tassels. Red rimmed, they both swirled lightly about him, black pelt shining lightly with a light sweat that claimed the pain bod. Limbs relaxed, settling evenly apart from eachother, as muscles relaxed, and audits twitched only slightly atop the fiend's cranium. Vocals swelled, preparing to push out pure carbon, along with the fiend's lyrics, in that thickly accented octave. I must say that, though you are obviously no dark, I am quite baffled as to your alliance. Lights and Neutrals alike, I'm sure, would find this scene quite breathtaking. So the question, querida, is, do you live your life doing good for the world, or do you simply wish to survive? Spanish fiend was inquiring as to her alliance, as his eyed flickered back over her being, and back to the scene before him.

Chorded neck raised slightly, as the beast mustered what words he could scrounge, and allowed them to flow freely from between his ivories, in the same accented tone as before. Rump twitched, as his own words touched his audits, and tainted the air they landed on. I myself live life to the neutral persuasion, though I am not averse to those of other persuasions. Perhaps, querida Siobhan, though our alliance might differ, we may be more alike than our alliances speak. Grin touched leather maw, as the beast laughed again, adding for both of their benefits. Though it seems I'm jumping to conclusions. Why, there is that small possibility that we may be more differant than any other creatures alive. But I didn't come here to search for someone differant from myself. And I certainly did not approach you to find out how differant we are, but how alike we may be. Forgive me for my energetic toung. I must tame it before it get's too far ahead of my thoughts. Shifting the bulk of himself, Desperado's orbs flashed shyly toward Siobhan, as he realized how much he'd said, and just how confusing it could seem. Cranium turned to the otherside, as if hiding a blush that could very well be brightly noticable of the beast's cheek.

You see... Desperado began, his orbs flickering shyly back to her again. It has been a while since I have spoken, nay, come into contact with another equid, and it seems my excitement has gotten the best of me. I do pray you'll look over this flaw, and not see me as the rambling beast I'm sure I appear to be. His bodice turned back towards her, now facing her, instead of standing beside her. The background faded out, the scene a distant memory to him now, as he turned the entirety of his attention on the lone nymph before him. His andalusian bulk weighed heavily on the sod, and his red rimmed obsidians began sinking in. Shifting his body, he pulled his obsidians from the dented earthen floor, as he sought a harder surface. Audits flickered, twisted atop his cranium, awaiting the tone of her lyrics, that he knew would come. It could not be so embarasing, the way his words and thought left him so quickly. There could be worse things. Grin lifted pon his velvets, as leather maw twitched, trying to with-hold it. He had made an idiot of himself, but that would probably change in the next few moment, as he attempted to overshadow the embarrasment with whatever words he spoke after she did. Cranium swung back, attempting to clear his vision, for red rimmed forlock hung low over the waning onyx orbs. Muscles twitched, nervousness fluttering into the pit of his stomach, as he awaited her reaction. It would certainly be a defining moment. Was he too much of a loner beast to have a natural conversation, much less a herd?

I told you querida Rosa, second mother of mine, I cannot live with another group, have another family, now that you are gone. Did I not tell you I would fail?

count; 802
completion; complete
comments; Poor despy. He's so embarrased now.

[cherise]

SIOBHAN

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