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Post by chidney on May 27, 2008 17:32:53 GMT -5
My beach pure white, Stand sound, Stand wide. The waves thou crash, On salty shore. The water clear, Of purest blue; As does my heart Belongs to you. The greatest power Bestowed upon me; Living lives Near my sea. Yet without love, Without a dear, My ears grow weak From the nothing I hear. Peace surrounds, but not inside, Yet peace is little in my eye, For without you my soul shall die. Slowly first and without warn, It shall plummet. Depressed be I For in yourself My heart reside. Arella not pray to God when she did, she pray to her beloved. To her, her lover is of greatest good, though not his kind. She trot along near the tree, forlorn; her lover dead, peace growing, which only means that death be coming. Immortal friends do not understand her depression. They must love living forever, watching the world from many perspectives, hearing everything, staying in their prime. Arella did not. Mortals got to die with their friends, to see them wherever they may be. Heaven or hell, yet together. They feel the pain of lose, of course, but none can lose so much as Immortals. Arella try to focus on the good in things, as which she did on her beloved. The sand her beach is purest white, the ocean clean and true, the wind peaceful, blocked by the mass of the sequoia, rippling through her creamy mane, all truces among the Immortals kept. Ah, the truce. That none shall ever betray a promise given by another, one not favor any more then others, to defy any evil passing through their mind and be good and help the equine race prosper. For Arella truce be easy. She is a Light, and Lights obey and are the purest essence of good. The only worry of her mind about the truce was that of the others. Galileo, a Neutral stag, not decided good nor bad, could break the promise without thought, nor real reason. But, so far, Galileo had proved where is loyalties lie time and time again. Him was not her worry. Ignautia was. A tricky female Dark, evil in flesh and blood, hasn’t broken any promises of which Arella was aware. But, she is evil, she must remember, never put her in full trust. So unlike her beloved. Though he be dark as well, he not be evil purposefully. He despised his kind, wanting to be well, to be free of his Dark past, present and future. But now you are past Caradoc Though these words burn my lips, You are not here upon this earth, You are on to the after life Of which I hope for you is heaven For you deserve no less. I never got to say good-bye So I know not what stole your life, Whether you aged until that time, Or the epidemic strike you Or a fight you lost was deadly Or you might have wandered Looking Searching For me. Though you could not find me anywhere, For I was gone. Not gone in essence My soul persevered. I wonder which became you first, Sickness, Age, Fight, Or me. You make me think Caradoc, About the unfair world we live, How the world is oh so round, Yet not really. It is a shape with jagged edges, Breaking points And corners many. Only once have I glided In a world so perfect sphere, And that is when you were with me. But now you gone, And present means not much to me, Nor does future, For I know what it shall be. It shall be this, Wandering upon my beach, Praying though you may not hear Talking to the dead, Ignoring real, And life and race. Caradoc, The thoughts you bring they make me laugh. I hope I will see you again. Wherever you may be. For if I die, If I ever pass on, I might go to heaven. But nothing, Caradoc, Nothing is heaven Without you. Small rocks scattered on the black dirt ground, glimmering as the sun set low behind the horizon. Crimson red, like blood be spilt, orange, yellow, bright and warm cascading down, shading her sun-kissed skin. The massive trunk hued a tinge of color, more then brown and green moss, but of the sun. Deep black crows cawed in the distance, landing on the barren rocks jutting out of the terrain. Arella shook her bod and started to canter, trying to free herself of remorse. Her mind thumped and echoed, thoughts cramming into chapters, chapters into stories, stories of her life. Rememberence is something Arella tis blessed. Any movement or bad deed you make, a sudden move, a blink of an eye that seemed a bit catchy, an act of which was frowned upon, or good as good can surely be, count on Arella to remember. Arella act upon the past, act upon experience. She was known of being careful thought, and counting everything in place, balancing the pros and cons before she made a move that could be costly. That was Arella’s way. My way of being, Living here, Alone and never doubted once. My hooves may pound upon the sand, Surely footed of precision, But sometimes tiny shells get crunched. Those of beauty, Colors bright, Of none other that alike. Maybe I not watch my path, For one brief moment, Things can shatter, Like a life I could have chosen, If this not have been my destiny. Would I have lived and been happy, Normal equine on set path? Or would the epidemic have crushed me? Or a stallion kill me for the fun? Or maybe I would die in labor, Of my own, a little one? But these thoughts must leave my mind, For now the twilight stars set in, And the daylight din does cease, Time for me to dream sweet dreams, Maybe of this life might lived, Maybe not. But now is time for me to sleep. OOC;; Italics= thoughts, wandering of the mind, dreaming. Regular= what is really happening to her.[/size]
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Post by Cracked Figurine on May 27, 2008 18:22:21 GMT -5
How long has it been Rhetoric? How long has it been since you've smelled the sweet perfume of the living fae? The wind blowing through her elegant mane, the delicate sound of her flints scraping along the ground. How long? How long has it been since we have infected one such ess? We have been dormant for far too long, we need to escape again! Feel the satisfying smell of a dying temptress enter your flaring salmons. We need this one Rhetoric. Don't let her go.
His chiseled maw swirled into a grotesque smirk of pleasure, as the whole evil of his being began to swim throughout his bloodstream. Letting itself go from the cages hell, it bubbled happily causing reactions to stir uneasily. It's gooey black fingers raveled themselves around his mind, overtaking all they could reach. Rhetorics eyes flashed with a wild, untamed, glorious joy. His smirk was replaced with a slightly full-of-himself, seductive wrapping.
He stared with utter desire, his crystal spectacles sparkled with the fires of hell. This mare, this golden mare was captivating his unnatural desire to destroy, to kill, to spread. All of this she was unaware, she had not a clue what he was. None did, but all wished. Focusing back to the sun kissed mare, he supposed she was an elegant creature, what with her dainty steps of canter. Though, this did not sway his thoughts in the least, he only desired her more.
The urge to follow her was growing more and more with every stride she took. His pillars itched to run after her and touch her then and there. But his mind was in control now, he was to wait for his moment, his alone. No matter how his desires burned, his timing was to be perfect, as always. Never had he slipped. At this point in time, his desire to go after the dryad was fulfilled.
His pillars moved swiftly and heavily, tearing up the soil beneath them. His eyes fluttered with a horrid passion, as he neared the temptress. When the fae halted, Rhetoric made his way to come very close to her bodice. His skin boiled and burned at such a close temptation. Rhetorics boa flew into a bent position to greet the golden mare. His words flew out harshly and fast, in his attempt to cover his actions. "Good Evening, ess. What brings you to the glorious Sequoia on this delightful night?"
In an effort to cover his mistake in speech, he bowed with his foreleg grasping the topsoil. "I'm sorry for my words, I am just taken aback by your astonishing beauty." His words exited his lips with pride, awaiting to see the faes reaction he raised his crown to peer from above. He was only a few hairs above the mare herself, but the elegance of his neck made his crown arch high enough to be perceived as much larger.
His thoughts on height were quickly interrupted by the presence of the devils gifts. Dear Rhetoric, do you feel her breathe? The air that flows from her nares is of a pure one. Her mane blows in the breeze, only wafting her scent towards us more..Do you feel our sides burning? I do. Our skin dances with the desperate need of friction between the three of us. Oh the flames are burning us. Why can't we just cut this short, just this once? None will ever know! We can do it together, just quick and slick trip. Then just go back to hiding. She won't be found, so we won't be spreading, not yet at least. I need fuel Rhetoric. Please..We need this one Rhetoric, I can feel it.
No. We can't do this. I am waiting for my time, and this is not my time. We must wait, then it will be even better won't it? We can hear her screams of astonishment, her cries of pain. The smell of a decaying corpse. It will feel even better if we prolong it anyway. It will be just like a high, don't you recall? I can even picture her death now..[/sub]
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With a gentle swish of my tail, her bodice falls to the ground to writhe and scream. She cries to us to save her. Little does she know that we love her screams of agony. She screams for us, her savior. We stand over her carcass with ultimate power and delight. Tears streak her dial and fall to the ground with the ultimate splash of death. Her sun drenched pelt will twist and writhe, she screams for us to stop the fire. We smile our lovely smile at her crying eyes. We whisper our true self into her ear...
STOP! You are making us want this even more! I can't stand this wait Rhetoric, Just get the god d**n thing over with! We need it, we want it! I want the power, I want the smell of death, I want the rush of adrenaline, I want it Rhetoric. I want it all. I need it all.
You are ruining my delight. Don't you think I want it to? Of course I do you bastard. Don't tempt me so, or I will mess this up so horribly. She could find out who we are in your haste. Then..I will have to destroy the raven or go hiding even longer! Do you really want that?[/sub]
With those words his mind went silent. This silence was the rarest form of quiet one could acheive. Not that one had two beings to bicker with. This was a way a life, Rhetorics way. He jumped off this train of thought and onto the other, they shifted towards the nymph once more. Rhetorics figure danced to face the mare instead of tempting his evil being again.
OOC;; Ok, well. First Rhetoric Post. Not my best xD
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Post by chidney on May 30, 2008 5:30:53 GMT -5
A stallion? Here? I hath not smelled him on the wind, He must be swift to sneak up on me. But I not look up to see him for I tired and worn, I speak blindly. He cannot hurt me so why should I be cautious? I do not have a privilege to speak to mortal equines much, so I must make upon impression, that I am mortal too, an equal to him. I must not startle him, Break him, Spook him. I must be normal. Just respond. Easy. He seemed to speak his words in rush, and they were hard and frightened her a bit. He was too close to her, his neck curled into an uneven arc, suspended. She fidgeted uncomfortably. “Good evening. It is a delightful night, of course. You see, on a night as delightful as this, I find this place to put me at peace as well. It makes me feel attuned to the Earth. The Sequoia is marvelous." His harsh words before seemed to startle him as well. His tone softened as he apologized for his actions of greeting. The stallion seemed to be hiding something, covering up for his mishap before. But she must not let on she had noticed. " And thank you for the complement,” She smiled to herself. She, beautiful. Who was he to think such of her? The wind blew fiercely, breezing through her creamy mane, leaves swirling round her feet like tiny tornados. She feel his gaze upon her, his orbs boring into her golden pelt. What was he looking for? “But I have trekked far, you see. And the wind is fierce, and the night be cold,” She shivered, knowing her words spoke truth. The twilight hours were now fading, and complete black took its place. She would have only seen the ground by moonlight, which was full and roundest of all quarters, and the stars, twinkling above, but her eyes were closed. She was so tired. “I think I might want sleep tonight. So, you see, my speech be slurred, my words drawn out. I would like peace, and I cannot talk long.” She hoped her words not be rude to him. It was nice to speak to someone who was not Immortal. It seemed to be all the company she ever got these days. So, rudeness, she hoped, would not be taken from these words. Still, though most would not be offended, she must check. His face would give his emotions away. Her years on this world had taught her that telling feeling from equine faces was easy, with a bit of practice. Just like reading, it was learned in time. And time she had. She slowly opened her heavy eyelids and saw the ground. Everything was darker then she had expected. Night had crept upon Arella quickly. She shook her crown in attempt to shake the drowsiness with it, and raised her head in order to see the mysterious stallion that had interrupted her supposed rest. Her jaw fell at the sight of his magnificence. It was as if he was answering her prayers. All changed as she saw him. It’s you. How can it be? I must be dreaming in cloud ten, better then cloud nine. For here you stand before me, Clear as day in the deep dark night, Your white bod like a ghost, Shimmering in beauty, Angelic As ever… What if a ghost you really be? What I thought… But maybe it see truth in light? But it tis dark, And dream I am, But are you standing here before me? Ghost you be? On Cloud ten? In my dreams? Reality can’t be this gracious. “Caradoc,” Arella breathed. She looked him up and down and knew it must be true. Nothing about him had changed. His hooves the same shade of dark, his coat the same brilliant white it had always been, his neck round and full, his crown expressive and handsome. Except for his eyes. They seemed... odd somehow. Like something had tainted the innocence of them. They seemed devilish almost, something lurking behind the surface of his expression. But she could not tell what. Arella shook it off. She was being silly. He was here. He was here. But... "I thought you dead." It was true, she had. She watched every twitch of his muscle, waiting for his reaction to her words of recognition. Of course he would remember too. No one could ever forget a love as strong as this.
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Post by Cracked Figurine on Jun 2, 2008 1:57:51 GMT -5
You are numb.
You have lost yourself to the intoxication of evil. You are drowning in her smell, drunk from wanting it so bad. Your maw is loosening, your eyes are wavering. Your lids are heavy, your mind is weak to power. Your joints are falling prey to the evil within. What is wrong my love? We can't do this dance tonight, we are on the verge Rhetoric. Can't you feel it?
But its not you anymore, its not just us. The devils minion are flowing within your bloodstream. Whose dreams are more vivid, you see that hell with your sparkling eyes. How disturbing can we achieve my love? Is this a game we should play? For I think, you do want to play this dark game. You enjoy the black ooze spilling over your mind, arousing your inner soul. But do you have a soul, my love? You have a heart, but a soul? Do we have this oracle? I say its locked, in the farthest area from your mind, indestructible cages. They hold your spirit don't they love? All the better to toy with.
Ah love, she fidgets for you. For us. Don't you love this? For I do. Why do we enjoy the perishable moments my darling? Pray tell, why do we succumb to our inner darkness? Once, we were almost gone, like this fae would be. Ah..The fae. She speaks in a tinkling voice, but that voice..It will be used to scream for us, for you. You are to be a savior in her eyes, her large golden oracles. Why do we bother with her Rhetoric? Why do we have to wait? We feel your sides burning with something, and unimaginable something. Why don't we just go to infect everything we see? It would be so enjoyable, love. A high, on top of a high, on top of another. My love, why can't we?
Shall we speak to the fae? Or just let her continue? For we just want to get her at the perfect moment. What is that perfect moment Rhetoric? Why do you wait? Love, please, just a harmless little flick of a tail. That's all! Why can't we love? We need this, its been far too long my love. But no, we must speak. She will look to us for an answer, won't she, my darling? This tree, a tree of life. A life we all wish to live. Where did that come from love? Why a tone of longing in your seductive vocals? Why must we change everything, for everyone? Why can't we just be ourselves? I know you long to. You dream of such things.
A slight bow of your cranium, a voice of partnership. You are welcome, darling. Darling? You continue to surprise me my love. How can you continue to do such a thing? You are so amazing. In a very twisted way, equines do wish to be you. Now, I understand why. Oh, but the wind. It brings her delicious scent to your awaiting nares. My love, why don't you just touch her? You intake the scent, so frantically, like a new life you wish to have. You long for it to never end. So why does it Rhetoric? We rule the world. Why don't we end, but our happiness does? Our desire for her scent, its a twisted sickening form of happiness.
Yet again he voice overtakes your thoughts, but why? Why do you stop thinking when she talks my love? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with us? Ah, but we must save this conversation for another time, surely she will look up this time. That's fine, my dear. For sleep should not evade one so divine as yourself. Yet again Rhetoric. How do you come up with your ways? How are they plastered into your make-up? I love you so Rhetoric, but do you love yourself? Do you love your ways?
Ah, my darling Rhetoric, she shakes her crown. For what, with what? My darling, we should find out. Ah, but it was to see your twisted figure. What a figure you have, my love. How do you pull such a divine thing off? Even so, your flanks are beaded with a sweat of fear. Why, my love? Why are you sweating so? Are you afraid of this being? Are you afraid that she will look at you in such a way, you have never seen before? What is wrong my love? Please, we all wish to know. But she speaks, again. Why does she look at us so? We are not this Caradoc she speaks of. We are Rhetoric, but she must not know that. Your stomach is perpetually knotted with something. But what is it? We haven't died, we are older than her. We aren't Caradoc. So why are your emotions so intense Rhetoric? Why is there sweat on your flanks? Rhetoric, I am pleading with you, please. Why can't you bring yourself to speak? Even to me Rhetoric?
OOC; ZOMG. I finished! -doeshappydance-
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Post by chidney on Jun 8, 2008 7:09:50 GMT -5
His words confused her. They were almost said dreamily, as if he wished he were the tree and had... life. He sounded insane. But she decided to answer politely. "It tis true. The tree is an envy to us all. If only we could stand so still, no wind ever breaking us, no hurt penetrating the surface. It would be a very beautiful thing to live such a life." His voice was deep and soothing. And it spoke of exactly what she wanted. "Hopefully my well needed rest will be with me soon." Arella's eyelids started to droop unvoluntarily. The night sounds calmed her so, a owl hooting somewhere in the above branches, a fox roaming the outskirts of the brush, a cricket chirping, a lone wolf howling miles away. Night was not Arella's favorite time, but it still kept her in awe of it all. Exhaustion from the long trek to this place, she felt she could collapse at any moment. She fought it though, trying to seem like she was not as tired as she really was. Of course Arella had no reason the fear, but this stallion could be up to mischief. And she did not want to be careless enough to weaken. Her head raised up to the sky, the cool air brushing her golden coat, she called his name. She almost smiled, almost laughed... but she waited for his response. As Arella watched, she saw how her words changed him so. It gave her a tiny spark of hope inside her heart. He amazed her. Did he remember? Your bod drips with sweat, Your auds tick in every direction, Your mouth hangs open, ajar, Your eyes twitch this way, That way, Every way. I listen. I wait. I am quiet, My breathing heavy, A waiting your call that you have found me. That I have found you. But you say nothing. Seconds pass, Minutes. Almost forever has passed. Why not you answer me? I said some simple words, And you seem confused, Unsure, Insane. I’ve missed you. I have longed for you. I have dreaded me. I have hated me. I have loathed immortality. I have wished for death. For heaven, For hell For you. And you not answer? Do you see me Caradoc? Do you hear me speak? Do you see me cry in joy, In sadness In love In hate In missing you. Speak the way you always have to me! Please! Why not you recognize me! I have not changed! Have you forgotten… Everything? Arella stood, nighttime air swirling around her. She pleaded with him in her mind, yet she did not speak aloud. She waited, she watched. What was he doing? She did not know. So she kept on talking. “Where have you been?” She breathed, her eyes wide with worry and fright. Sweat clung to her bod, though the night was cold. She heard an owl hoot from atop a tree, see a rabbit bounce out of the brush. Mist twisted and turned, clouding her world in a haze. Time was passing; the world was beating as usual. Then why wasn’t her heart? Why wasn’t her world? “I have waited for you. For the longest time. The moon cast shadows, the mist shrouds our figures, the world is dim in night, but I can tell it tis you. Can’t you see me in the same clarity? It is me. Arella.” Is your memory sparked? Is a flame in your heart lighting you up? Will you speak? Will you know? Do you see? Do you feel? Do you hear? Do you sense my heart stopping, Waiting for yours to join in with it’s thumping. Do you feel the Earth ending? It’s spinning deceased? Is your heart caving in? Do you understand me? Questions, questions… All unanswered. Do you even know I am here? You spoke once, Twice, Three times. Now you stop? Talk to me again! I long to hear you! Have you nothing to say? After everything you have missed? After everything we have been through? After me? After us? Have you nothing to say… She lowered her head to the ground and sighed. How could he not remember? She raised her head once more and walked toward him. “Caradoc? Have you nothing to say? After everything you have missed? After everything we have missed out on? I thought you loved me.” She recoiled away from him at the thought. How could his love for her be second-guessed? He had said it so many times… it was unthinkable. Yet, Arella let it waver in her mind. Could it have all been a lie? “Does that mean nothing to you now? Is that just past? To you?” Anger boiled in her soul, like a volcano churning lava. “Do you forget everything?” She screamed in anguish. Tears fell like rain down her cheeks. “Answer me!” Her call echoed around the landscape eerily as she lifted her crown to the sky. Couldn’t he see the distress he was pressing on her? The questions lying beneath her surface? She needed anything, anything from him, a clue, a sign, a word, a movement. She pawed the dirt with her hoof in impatience and suffering. Why wouldn’t he just answer?
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