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Post by Racing on Aug 6, 2011 23:43:37 GMT -7
Empty Thy Mind nodded thoughtfully, tucking the 'powerful father' bit into her mind. She looked up at him, being so open in her irises it was almost like a window to the soul. Warm brown feilded a curiousity, a burning desire to know anything and everything about anything and everything. Said eyes also contained a confidence so overwhelming and powerful... Yet fragile. Like bulletproof glass. Remaining unbreakable if untouched but would crack like ice under a few well-placed blows. And among those two sensations were the usuals; faint wariness, and a wall. Behind that wall was all that one would keep hidden, like the past or something similar. Yet in those eyes was the same fragility, so quiet and muted, stuffed down and tucked away, that it would only come out in the toughest of circumstances. A fragility that when it did come out, was her core. Her center, the real her hidden under layers of coarseness, but over that was cover over cover of refined, ladylike and perfect behaviour. "Well, Lurev, it may be that we can help each other on our quests. My building an empire and your searching for a treasyre, both go hand in hand so well." I had not heard his reply to my brief flirtacious bit, and honestly had no clue what I had said. so I smiled at him, my head turned slightly to the side as I glanced up. And then he speaks, lyrics that struck a chord and reminded me that I was just a filly. Safer indeed. And then... he moves. he had already moved closer to me, and this just made me hold my breath.
So that was what I did. I held my breath and my heart stilled, I didn't even tell these things to happen they just did. he touched my cheek, softly and so fleeting I think it may be my imagination, but no. He had already drawn back by the time my heart restarted, but breathing? No easy task. Why was this? "Not a problem, Lurev." And oddly, it is no problem. I wouldn't mind traveling with him. In fact, it would be fun and it just might be safer. safer... My ears swivel on my head, and myhuge grin fades as I look around. As if on cue, a large cloud passes over the sun, and far off I can see a few raindrops. A sunshower. How... quaint. It was cute, such weather, that I enjoyed so long as it wasn't in my way. and this was not in my way, in fact, it was nowhere-- I was rambling. The source of the noise was what I must find. Looking around, I cast an uneasy smile to my cohort, ears flicking back and forth.
Hooved. Small, but a little teeny bit taller than me, I was guessing. Careful.
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i wanted always to be there for you and close to you
but im losing this
and im losing you
but if i stay
i know we will both be drowned
by your holding onto me
[/i] a long striped leg stretched out of the mire, somehow sneaking up unknown upon the others. careful, easy, so calm. this being listened, especially interested in thier conversation about traveling. Traveling would be good. A change. And with the son of Fornever Ending? a blessing. The filly flung up a small head, peering about before scampering towards them. No longer trying to conceal herself, the litte beast raced up, worrying the chestnut immensely. Deserted Under Fire whinnied loudly, rearing up as soon as she reached the solid turf. The chestnut reacted instantly, shying back behind Lurev but in the next moment? She was at the forefront, teeth bared at the threat. The threat? Little Serre, who was all leg. Her body was that of the smallest, runtiest Arabian, whereas her legs that of a tall Thoroughbred. Serre stumbled on the landing, whickering at her brother a greeting before turning to the other... 'mare'. Mares don't like other mares, this all know. so when it comes down to it, and it's a filly versus a filly... That usually is no problem. However, both the princesses had been raised in similar enviroments; in the aspect that they were expected to BE princesses, and not just that. Both had been royalty in thier own right, and both expected to be treated as such. But only one can be queen.
But this is a dilemna for another day. Serre's navy optics were bright, and smiling at her brother, she sensed nothing wrong. so she ddi the logical thing, she cried "Lurev! Brother! I've found you!" Thyme was quiet, having calmed in her offense, and was now just standing there. She had backed up to allot the siblings some space, but she was the one who stood out. The two other horses had black as a base coat, whereas she had red. And red indeed. The Irish Draught stood on that rock in a sea of muck, her companions two crossbreeds and at least one with an overbundle of joy.
Three horses, perhaps the beginning of a new era. Calm, confident, and happy-go-lucky. such a tangle of personas... It was going to be a fun next few years.
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Post by .cay on Aug 18, 2011 10:19:53 GMT -7
She stilled as I touched her. Aquamarine portals slid open to completion as I beg to take in her state of mind. I can't understand, her slow rerush of breath, and the strange expression that crossed her face. There is nothing equivocally can be determined, confusing, thoughts racing. Is this the self which I presume, is his doing? Then, like gears in an engine, flamed radar of the little girl swivel, turning, smile fading. My own harken to what must have been detected. There is something I am missing. Somehow like flies to honey I cannot retrieve my gaze from her. Velvet brown seekers flicker to me, and her small bottle shatters into a small grin. Like flags in the wind, equine ears both shiver as longgrass trying to find what they sought.
I return a small smile, whickering very gently. There it is: Caught in my hearing, what she uncovered. It is familiar, like a dams call, and yet a plethora of unanswerables plague my neurons.
Then; She is upon us! A shock of inky shadow that flamed into being instantaneously before me. Her call shrieks through my cranium, and in response I nicker quietly, tilting my ears to the reverse. A small warning. Flame-coloured bodice is shocked to retreat behind me, then quick to jump forward again, her burning look withering. Serre leaps up onto hind pillars, breaking the tepid silence in a daring manner. Beside me Thyme flashes a shock of ivories, furious. This would not do.
As I move to step between the two, one speaks. My sibling turns with a joy, ushering a greeting. Eyes like the ocean shimmer before me, and I feel suddenly torn in emotion. "Serre, to be sure." Was my whispered response. "Serre," and I move forward to nuzzle the small femmora. "Why are you out alone? Where is our father?" Worry darts through my vocals precariously. Wasn't she much too young a filly to be wandering on her own? My gaze turns back to Thyme, she stands quietly, and I cannot decipher what lurks in her gaze. Blinking, I step over to her and call gently to my sibling.
"Thyme, this is my sister, Serre." Looking back to Serre, I begin to introduce them. "Deserted Under Fire, my twin, and Royale Heir Empty Thy Mind, my companion." Nervousness slithers through my veins treacherously. I stand beside the chestnut and glance between the two. Worry is almost overbearing. Worry about Serre. About Thyme. About both of them together. About everything. Then a small wave of fellowship warms me, and a smile flashes quickly across my maw. But then it dissipates, as nervousness prevails again.
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muse the jetset life is gonna kill you par my chemical romance
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Post by Racing on Aug 20, 2011 14:23:47 GMT -7
"Dad's alright, Lurev, he's back home. And I came looking for you!" Incredibly cheerful, Serre grinned, and like that the tension broke. Thyme smiled too, a grudging one but a smile nonetheless. Thyme sidled closer to Lurev, making a point to touch her shoulder to his. Subtly saying that she would agree with Serre, if only it meant guarding her new traveling companion. The two fillies would agree on this one thing if nothing else, that Lurev was to be protected. He may've been a male, and stronger physically and perhaps mentally, but the fillies' folly of guarding him would go on whether he agreed to be the guarded or not.
For all that Serre was a month or two her elder, Thyme took to the filly as if she was the elder. Serre's striped coat did not phase the chestnut-- it may've been odd, but nothing that would shock her. Thyme was perhaps the most unphaseable horse to yet walk the lands of the Blue Moon. The Irish Draught lifted her head and met the ocean with her earth. "Serre, then? I suppose you'd like to travel with us?" The striped runt nodded her head enthusiastically, and Thyme sighed. She slowly nodded her head, and the crossbreed let out an exited whinny and pranced in a circle. Serre's smaller than usual form (she was incredibly tiny compared to Lurev, or even Thyme.) made circles around them, so excited, but suddenly her face fell. She turned pleading oceanic irises to her brother, and snuck up alongside to nudge him gently.
"Please, brother? Pleeeaaassseeeee, Lurev?"
Thyme watched, amused as Serre attempted to beg her sibling. Serre had certain assets to her, yes; if Thyme could recruit her to the revolution, the empire would be even greater. Serre, being Lurev's twin, made that both had the same powerful father. If Thyme could be the happy-go-lucky, practically idiotic filly's friend... She might be able to manipulate her even better then Thyme could manipulate her brother. "The more the merrier," The Royale Heir concluded, hoping to help Serre get into their little group.
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Post by .cay on Apr 29, 2012 20:05:36 GMT -7
The more the merrier, sings the glimmering form at my side. [/color] Ebonic palistrades break and bend carefully, shifting the weight of their world from one shiny midninght flint to another, then back again. Aquatic optics flicker curiously from one fille to another as my mind winds itself nervously around the heavy burden that accepting my siblings infantile pleas would place upon my slim, but strong, shoulders. The soft, beating organ inside my chest vibrates like the wings of a hummingbird, and my gaze darts involuntarily towards Thyme. In this moment, before my brain would even register for perhaps many moons, my body seems to understand I would do anything to protect my 'companion,' even more than I would to protect my own blood. But seeing the frail and echoing figurine of my own self was enough to send me reeling into both pity and protection. "Serre, if you were not with us, would you ever return to Mother and Father?" Perhaps my voice is more icily questioning than I would have had it be, but the best interests of my petite, pretty young sister were not to be travelling the vast beyond with her older brother. "It isn't safe," I add in a whispered afterthought. Peeking towards Thyme under long, young lashes, my thoughts are set racing again. Not safe. Not safe, it truly isn't. So why do you insist on taking Thyme with you? A small snort whisper through flared nares. Because, I answer myself, where would you have her be, than at your side? If you let her to herself, to be safe as you wander, where should she go? Where would she go? Away from you, who therein lies the main reason. You, yes YOU can protect her. To make sure she does not get hurt. To be the kind of stallion your father wants for your baby sister. That, that is why. The soliloquy took less than five seconds, and upraising jetted cranium I fix my sister with a stare. If she is anything like I am, she will not agree to returning to our parents. With a sigh and a realisation, I wait patiently for her response. Please, say you'll return? It's not safe? Please, my mind practically screams towards the echo. It's not safe, it is no place for a filly. What if I can't protect them both? With a snort I snap into full Arabian posture and tuck my head. To Gorgio with it, you will protect these two fillas. They are YOUR responsibility to keep safe. My mind is made before Serre's could ever be, but my face betrays nothing as I still hope for a positive reply.
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Post by Racing on May 1, 2012 20:08:18 GMT -7
The youngling threw her head up, shock darting across her features. Her brother, her own flesh and blood, would dare suggest that she go home if he refused to take her? "Are you nuts?!" Cried Serre, staring at her brother with eyes built of sky and sea, decorated with sudden disappointment. Thyme also flung her head high, prancing away from Lurev's side, light hot chocolate eyes glaring with veiled surprise. He didn't have a problem with her coming, but he wouldn't take his sister? "She seems like a good kid, Lurev... Taking her wouldn't bring trouble." Besides, if Lurev didn't agree, Thyme could always take Serre home and meet their father... Build an empire that way. Chocolate and Bering Sea eyes, two pair, glowered with concealed emotions at Lurev.
Serre faced down her brother, speaking again. "I will not go home! You'd have to drag me, and as soon as you entered Daddy's lands he'd kill you!" The fully sighed, shaking her head. "I'm coming. If I go, I'll stay out here all by my lonesome, and you don't want that, do you!" Voice calm, eerily so in the still air of the day. Thyme bobbed her head in response to the words of the runt. Together, the fragility of two strong fillies stood up to one's brother, and one's undefined something. Undefined indeed, for Thyme didn't know a name for what he was to her-- what he was, she didn't know either. So many unknown variables in the lives of these younglings.
And so, the princesses of the Lands of the Blue Moon stood together, watching their male companion. Waiting impatiently (for one) and patiently (for the other) for the miniature stallion's decree of what it was he was to do with them both. For surely if Serre went, Thyme would too-- girls have to stick together.
[318 words. Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana.]
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Post by .cay on May 1, 2012 20:31:57 GMT -7
The blatant looks of emotion directed towards me wash over my hide as a wave would the pale ivory sand on a beach. For some odd reason, the sight of both of their faces sends a shock of amusement through me. Quickly, I turn my head and smile to the horizon.
Without turning it back again my kissers drip words sweeter than poison and stifle a laugh. "Of course, Serre. No need for the hostility, young one. I knew your answer before the words formulated in your mind."
A half-grin lights my features. Again, for a very queer reason a merry light-heartedness tugs the corners of my kissers in a smile, and my eyes twinkle in the noonday sun. Laughter threatens to emit itself from my young bodice and I tightly restrain it. This is neither the time nor the place, Never Ending Lust, I warn myself, but kindly, as a mother scolds a foal for perhaps wandering too far.
The sudden image to take over my cranium was that of a golden and porcelain doll, skeletal with eyes sweeter than chocolate that would melt with just your very gaze. She looked at me with such unabounding love and pride, a perfect replication of the stallion she loved but would theoretically never have, no matter what he said. I am young but even then there was a certain put-offedness that crept into the back corners of my mind, twisting and turning threads of suspicion and doubt, twining through my neurons and implanting like seeds to a nightshade plant. Harmless if left alone, but once handled, deadly.
No. At this point I would not confront my father of hypocrisy. But one day, when I became the brute he preached about, I would return and demand the truth through honour of bloodline and the general courtesy of one man to another.
The strange turn of thoughts had brought a grim frown to my face, and I wake to find my eyes wandering south to the place my pillars had replaced themselves from. Of course Serre would not return. I would not have it, now. She would stay with me and I will keep her safe and from harm.
I snort viciously, slamming a hoof up and then down to tear at the soft terrace beneath my flints. That is my duty. Every trace of amusement has long left my features.
This IS my duty!
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Post by Racing on May 2, 2012 15:34:07 GMT -7
Young! He called her young! Serre's face twisted, a sudden representation of the dark being she could be, once not so... Young. Anger struck at her mind, and she glared at her brother, but refrained from speaking at Thyme's sudden snort. Glancing at the chestnut, Serre followed the other's soft gaze to the other side of the wasteland. Thyme's eyes glittered mischievously, and she spoke, drawing herself up in that regal way she had. "Serre, would you like to race me?" But see, while Serre saw it only as a simple invitation to a fun race, Thyme saw it as a power play. Winning the race would cement her place at Lurev's side, (or so she thought in her mature-mind, young-body, innocent-mind state) and ensure that if Serre wanted to become queen, she would have to go through Thyme to get it. And the younger, but larger filly was certain she would win that contest. But Serre agreed, happy-go-lucky nature sparking in contrast to Thyme's sudden dark gem of a mood.
"Ready, set... Go!" Thyme bolted from the instant the 'g' sound left her maw, and Serre squealed as she scrambled after. The older was flailing her limbs, struggling to catch up to the younger, who was sprinting with ease. Neither had for a minute thought about Lurev. Thyme was just distracted by the thought of conquest; Serre, the thought of play. Neither thought Lurev would be angry with them-- indeed, if they had thought of him at all. Which, wasn't yet. Serre was catching up, but she still remained yards behind the other. The race wasn't over yet, however.
Thyme's intent was to race to the edge of the wasteland, while neither was even halfway across yet. If Lurev wanted to join, he could, yes, and he might just overpower both the young girls. But Thyme was determined, and she wasn't looking back. Serre was also determined, becoming more so as she ran faster and faster.
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Post by .cay on May 10, 2012 20:12:58 GMT -7
"Serre, would you like to race me?" The words were out of the little fillas maw before I can register what exactly the weight of them were, and like two bandits of the West they were off like bullets in a pistol-whipping. The oxygen swirls around me excitedly, charged like an electric current. Aquatic lamps could not slide shut and open in one revolution before dust motes fog my vision. [/color] "Hey!" I manage to bark out, almost lupine, before my palistrades snap like a whip and I'm off the gates behind them. I force young muscles into all of their glory, aiming to catch the girls before than can escape my field of vision or my line of protection. For a fleeting moment I see ghosts at my peripherals and balk forward, stinging with an almost physical need to be near the two racing filles. Arabbred swiftness robotically takes over and harks swivel dangerously as I tear the field beneath my flints.
Standing in the murky shadows near the edge of the wastelands, his posture is almost feline. Pillars bent at the knee, cranium low, radars pinned, and whipcord lashing back and forth predatorially. He stands in the mottled shade like a stone, eyes cold and hard, scanning the horizon for any sign of life. Ah, a voice reverberates. There it is. There, listen, Re. He stills. Not even a hair from his banner moves in the tepid air. "Ah!" He repeats, snapping up his head with serpentine agility. Painted askew amid cream and chocolate velvet with a crowning of ebonite mane and tail, his lamps shine viciously bright, deep and endless like the tropical oceans they mimic. "I see what you mean," he goes on in a purr, almost inaudible.And there it was: At the edge of his consciousness, he heard it. "Three, two, one, go!" and a snappy, "Hey!" All the voices of infants... And that of a young femme. The brute seems to crouch lower, grinning unequinely from hark to hark. Yes, Re. Young prey. It's been a while, has it not? The voice queries soothingly, controlling and calm. Don't lose this opportunity to... snap up some new... followers. He chuckles lowly, scanning for the bodices to match the vocals. It only takes a second; They approach every nearer as though Gorgio has a flame to their tail. Quick!The huge beast thunders from the brush, rearing up as the he watches the two fillies grow ever closer by the millisecond. There is another behind them, but he hardly notices. A deafening call erupts forth from open maw, and he stares devillishly at the little women, towering on two muscled pillars.
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Post by Racing on May 10, 2012 20:47:48 GMT -7
A breath drawn so deep it hurt, at the sight of a monstrosity just ahead of Thyme-- presumably a few adult strides. Thyme's own young strides faltered, and behind her she heard Serre slide to a tumbling halt, the older black filly's legs failing her at this shock. Thyme, too, drew to a halt but more gracefully, with a careful eye on the stallion. This wasn't good. He was huge. She couldn't outrun this. Especially not with Serre- Serre. Her head whipped around and the chestnut raced to the older, instantly nudging her up and to steadiness. Neither took notice of Lurev yet again, both focused on the beastie in front of them. Thyme with a wary confidence-- Serre with a trembling wariness. Serre glanced around for Lurev, and her trembling calmed at the sight of him but again ratcheted up a notch when her gaze found the stallion. Thyme's chocolate gaze and Serre's oceanic-- both wide, both wary, both staring at the newest addition to the wasteland.
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I stared at the stallion, then Serre, adrenaline ripping through my veins and making me quake with the longing to run, to fight, to do something other than stand here and shake with Lurev's runt of a sister. So I did what any sensible future empire queen would do. I stepped forward, just a bit, and called in a strong voice to the stallion, "Who are you? And what do you want?" All the while forcing my side to Serre's thin chest, pressing her back toward Lurev as I stayed in front. The bastard, surely couldn't be thinking of taking us for slaves. And he was too old to join our group-- and also, I would not be commanded like a soldier. So hell no, this idiot better just be saying hello and walking on. But somehow, I doubted it.
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Eyes huge, I tumbled and stumbled and fell when shock slammed the adrenaline from my veins. The sudden absence of the drug-like chemical made my whole self shake, even before Thyme came to me and helped me upright. My thin bodice shoved back by Thyme, her large blaring chestnut body blocking my view, forcing me closer to Lurev. My oceanic, hurricane-storm-water eyes were in turmoil as I though of what exactly was going on. Thyme thought gallantly to protect me from this beast, even as she spoke to him. I twisted my head to find Lurev, concern dashing through my mind. What were we going to do?!
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And so it came to be that the two fillies awaited rescue, that which hey had each sworn neither would ever need. Fear had half-frozen each, but both put on a different front. Funny how that works, fear.
[459 words. Cassie - Flyleaf, Out Of My Way - Seether.]
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