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Post by .cay on Jul 12, 2012 13:43:57 GMT -7
"Who are you? What do you want?" His gazers flash quickly, corners of his maw turning up into a devillish grin. Who are you, Re? The voice called, almost seductively. Yes, who are you, really? The great brute shook off the voice and landed heavily on two huge forehooves. [/color] "Who am I?" Words dripping like syrup from his poisoned ivories. "Yes..." continued the beast, starting closer to the two young femmes in front of him. "Who are we all, when it comes down to it..?" The words lazed in the air around them, not really searching for meaning but testing out tepid waters that surrounded the group. Re, purred a silky voice. Look out behind them, my dear. But the horse called Re had already noticed the young little Arab, practically giggling inside as he metaphorically licked his lips. "Those Arabbreds look like they have royal lineage..." Re breathed, not loud enough to actually be heard by anyone but he. That they do... and look at their colouring, Re... Does that not remind you of someone...?The skewbald half-draft almost bounced in excitement. "Surely not!" Exclaimed the chocolate and vanilla forcer, hardly a whisper. "It could not be such luck."Ahh, purred another voice. Surely it is."You," Re snapped, closing the gap between him and the fillies, leaning down to eye the smaller one carefully. "What are your curses? Or," sneered the dark stranger, "your tags?""Hey!" thundered a suprisingly deep, youthful voice. Re peered up lazily, eying the speaker with a bored, glacial orb. There stood a shining, brown black colt with ice-white banner and whipcord. There shone a power in his eyes that spoke of his blood, but there was a softness around his edges that spoke to his weakness. "Just who do you think you are?!" cried the outraged lad as he made his way towards the much larger brute with stiff pillars. Re practically giggled when he shoved himself between the fillas and himself. "Leave us be..." the little prince's tone left nothing to be imagined, though it hardly had the force to worry Re."Or else," chuckled the other voice. Did you hear that, my dear? He's threatening you. The large stally harrumphed and quickly jumped into a rear to stomp down, tearing at the earth as if it was butter, on either side of the little chocolate pally that dared to stand in front of him. "Everyone," he started off in a little purr, "Seems to want to know who I am." He chuckled, a dark sound unusual to the joker of a forcer (if such a thing could be true). "Well..."The little horse in front of him pinned his ears and stood his ground, glaring up at the monster in front of him, defiant. "Well, what?" Snapped the boy. "Leave us alone!" His voice was final.Re giggled aloud this time, a more suiting sound. Leaning down to whisper silkily into the young lads ear, "Just like your father, now aren't we?" He grinned as the colt stiffened. This could be fun after all, my dear... The brute grinned wolfishly in return. Yes, yes it could.
word count 589 / character count 3213 muse none [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Racing on Jul 12, 2012 19:53:10 GMT -7
/haven't had enough/
Thyme's chocolate eyes sparked with curiosity at the question, but her answer was sparky in a manner to attempt arson. "I won't be telling you my name until you tell me yours. And neither will she." She being Serre in this case. Speaking of, the smaller filly imitated the stallion's sneer and lifted her tiny nose in disdain at his speaking to her, lashing her tail in a play of disgust. Truthfully, she was worried for the large creature, and wished no harm upon him despite his perhaps wish to inflict harm upon them. Thyme and Serre both stared at Lurev, and stupidly, childishly, moved to back him. The fillies dared their folly of feminine whims, standing to either side of Lurev, just a few feet behind his hindquarters and a few feet each to the side of the young princeling.
/die for you/
Chocolate gaze narrowed and lips sealed tight, I attempted to stare down the beastly stallion, never realizing that I was much too small to ever actually do it. So what luck that it seemed he weren't paying attention to me, however much that infuriated the small-minded me. I whisked my tail at Serre, futilely suggesting that she drop her princess act. She might have the same powerful father Lurev had, but it was unlikely she could walk the talk she was talking. She turned a suddenly icy dark oceanic glare on me, and for just a second I felt the mare she might become. My soul screeched, my heart broke, my senses froze. I couldn't breathe, thinking was a distant thought, moving any muscle, a dream. Then she seemed to realize I was friend not foe, and whisked her tail back at me, playful with no context. I stamped a fore hoof and tossed my head, eyes darting to her brother and the beast. Realization flashed in those same eyes that just moments ago had considered murder and almost succeeded. She whipped her little head back around to continue staring at the painted canvas of a horse, and I tried to pick up the pieces of my shattered confidence and self esteem... With a rushed feeling of vengeance.
/invaders must die/
Black hooves slammed into the earth with the promise of pain, but it was far off, far too far off to even dare bring the promise to present earth. Navy blue was in turmoil, bared teeth behind closed lips, ears pinned like shut doors to open windows. I did not even realize what havoc I had wreaked on my newfound friend, not did I realize friend just might turn foe. I spoke naught and neither did she, focusing the bulk of our attentions on my brother and that creature, a creature like a demon come to life from storybooks not yet written. Was it not impossibility that our adventure was over before it had yet begun? What a terrible idea. I would follow the foolishness of my brother and Thyme to the ends of the earth, and it was a painful thought to think that I might only have to follow one. Why was this stallion so focused on my brother? He might be my only world, and if this brute thought to take him away... Oceans freeze too, you know.
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Madness reigned in the hearts of the two fillies while their heads danced and spun with ideas and images and brutish things that it was just not ladylike for them to think. All attention was focused on the stallion and the seemingly toy horse below him. Or, most of the attention.
[/size][/blockquote] [602 words. Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench. Die For You - Otherwise. Invaders Must Die - The Prodigy.]
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Post by .cay on Jul 12, 2012 21:50:50 GMT -7
I stand my ground, glaring up at the brute before me with sharp, hateful eyes. A powerful urge to protect these two filles behind me rose like a flame to the very front of my countenance. I bared my teeth, pinning my ears flat to my cranium and bobbed my head, striking small but sharp flints against the soft ground. There were two moon shaped chunks of the terrace missing on either side of me, where the mans hooves had dug trenches. His power sent a shiver down my spine, but I just glared.
"You should leave now, before something... unfortunate happens."
I startle. Backing up half a pace, my optics grow round as I realise that... it wasn't the forcer ahead of me that spoke those words.
Another chill runs down my spine. That was... me? What? Wide eyed, I stare at the stallion before me. He was easily four times my size, and looked like a tank. You could see the muscles under his patterned hide, bulging out like over-confident foals in front of a crowd of fillas. His glacial orbs seemed to pierce my very soul. They shimmered... like shells in a tide pool. Suddenly I felt meek.
"Oh, is that so, young prince?" murmured the brute, eyes flashing with amusement. He stared down at me and took another step to close the gap. I hadn't noticed until now; He had a sparkling cord laid bare around his nape. I swallowed a sudden excess of saliva, then gave myself a sharp reprimand. What are you doing?! Stand your ground, Lurev! I straighten again, letting the malice back into my gaze. Sure he was bigger. Doesn't make him tougher.
Then suddenly his eyes seemed to draw in mine. The world started to shimmer around the edges; I felt very light. What was this? I felt suddenly empty, weightless, and I could barely comprehend the fact that I was standing in my hooves. It didn't feel real. I started, moving in slow motion, confused and dazed.
He giggled at me, moving his head in a sway. It was almost like I could hear two voices coming from him. "Amnor," said the brute slyly, "We've caught ourselves a little prince." Another voice chuckled. "Have we now Re? This could be the start of a great negotiations," the other voice said, words dripping like honey through Lurev's harks. I swayed with his head, loosing my footing and stumbling forward inches. I caught myself and stood again, barely conscious in my head. What the heck...?
Suddenly, my legs unlock, I stumble forward another few inches. My head drops low, I whicker in confusion, barely making a sound.
What is going on?!
word count 467 / character count 2,582 muse none
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Post by Racing on Jul 12, 2012 22:42:00 GMT -7
/come undone/
I shrieked, a parody of a neigh as I watched Lurev stumble. I could feel my empire crumbling just out of my reach, and that was not acceptable. I lunged forward in my fit of rage, not caring if I jostled Lurev in my search for the stallion's death. But I was stopped. Serre had knocked into me, and stupidly I sat. Serre then turned to Lurev and the stallion, and I watched her draw that mare that she could be from her hiding place. A mature voice spoke from within the small filly, a voice that spoke with a fierceness and confidence I had never seen. "Lurev. Brother, please. Step away. And you," With those gangly legs that usually grow into regality, she strode to Lurev's side, and suddenly she was a filly again. Was this an illusion, my mind trying to fuck with me? Appearances are deceiving... This deceit, almost too much. I moved to Lurev and tried to nudge him away, as the youngling reared up with a shrill courageous whinny and attempted a desperate move. Deserted Under Fire tried to place the knees of her forelegs against the brute's side. Not even an attack. But maybe she was trying to push him away? Climb over him? She was treating him like a kitten! I lashed my tail viciously and attempted nudging Lurev away again, annoyance rippling in my blood.
/if it means a lot to you/
I didn't know what came over me. Panic pounded through my veins but my face was a onyx mask of calm. I spoke, and then I moved, but it was an out of body experience. I suddenly had an idea though. Ripping away from myself, I moved forward purposely, and reared up, trying to balance as I even tried to... What was I doing?! I was insane! But it was done. I had reared up and tried to touch the beast, and in a kind manner, too. Startled by my own actions I came back down and scrambled away, not even sure I had touched him. Apologies longed to split my skin but I held onto them like they were my last hope. Because they were. I dashed to my brother's side, suddenly reverting to my wish that I had never followed Lurev here. I wanted to be home with my daddy. He would keep me safe. Hot liquid filled my already watery optics, but I blinked through the haze, trying to stick close to my brother once more, skittish as Thyme just... Stared.
[430 words. Come Undone - The Used. If It Means A Lot To You - A Day To Remember.] [/blockquote]
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Post by .cay on Aug 12, 2012 22:18:20 GMT -7
My environs darken, clouds blooming across the sky as blood disperses as little tongues of ruby in pallid aqua. Hints of shadows malinger about the stark terra, leaping over the land like tiny goblins eager for a new skin. As the landscape reforms around my bodice, an illegible hiss swirls on the tracks that run through my cranium.
"Step away, puts the little one to words," it hisses. "Step away to the easily swayed young emperor... the femme must think thy hold is weak." Infintesimally rage pricks through the lines which run blood across my life form. Their hold is almost electrical, racing about my form in shocks and gasps. It was as if a spell loomed over my visage, entraped as a wizening, hazing through the bursts of clarity my soul grasps at in normality. A bluster breaks forth from my maw.
Weak, says the infant, whispers my thoughts. A snarl most lupine blazes the air through my kissers, and the young prince falls to his knees. The power surging pools around me, snaking out to grasp at the little femmora who dared to besmirch me. His whinny breaks the spell on my optics and I begin to surveil the situation once again.
Pain flashes across his vison, the little colt stumbles forward onto his knees. A thought runs through his head but cannot be put to words. The world swirls like a wavepool around him and distorts in a very displeasing way. What was wrong with him? Lurev pulls a ragged breath, desperate to get to his feet. He cannot understand why simple movement is unacheivable. Another small whinny bursts forth, a call for sense to return to him. What was he doing?! He needed to be protecting his girls! This felt so wrong, but his joints would not unbend. His legs would not straighten and carry his small but tough bodice. He was stuck.
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Post by Racing on Aug 12, 2012 22:56:22 GMT -7
/fucked up situation/
My navy blue fixed with an odd intensity on nothing. I... I couldn't focus. Blurs, screams, colors and cries whirling past my vision, my ears, everything rang, nothing made sense. The stallion, that monster, his colors blurred and blended, a sickening combination that made my stomach roll. I gasped, air not entering my lungs, the disorientation complete until my brother whinnied. It was a cry, really, but it tore into my heart because he was mine. Mine, my brother. Tears leaked and ran down my face as I flailed my long limbs and fought without a sound. I could feel Thyme's horror from here, but she, she was a coward. She would not withstand this assault, an assault I was not sure whom it had come from. "Please..." The word choked out, a snort of air escaping at the same time. I doubted anyone had heard it, but eyelids fluttered over navy as my journey to get here pulled me under like the surf rushing out before an incoming wave. Legs failed me, brain failed me, I crumbled in a tiny heap at my brother's side and the feet of the stallion.
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Chocolate brown stared in horror as my two new friends stumbled and cried-- well, one cried. The other didn't seem to be able to breathe. I thought about coming forward, but my legs wouldn't obey my commands. I watched, devastation evident as my empire crumbled to dust, just out of my reach. And as I watched my young brindled gold friend fall, not sure if she was in death's hold or not, that devastation turned to pain. And pain, to anger. I gathered my feet in order, and charged forward to skid to a stop, a fierce look on my face. I knew this stallion was the cause of it. He had to be. "You, you, what've you done! She's a littlie, she isn't needed a harsh hand to hurt her! And he, he's not much better! What right have you got, oi!" To my mortification, the words slipped out in accented, clipped form. An ear flicked backwards as I glanced at the runt to my left, nudging her shoulder half-heartedly, knowing she wouldn't wake up for a bit... if at all. I glanced to my right, to Lurev, unsurprised to find him still unable to move, if his cries were any indication. "Lurev, hush your mouth! Focus!" I snapped, thoughts beginning to overwhelm me. I was done with this. I could not deal with the tiny filla, the brat of an heir, that... Beast of a male. I spun on my hindquarters, turning to trot smoothly across the wasteland, back the way I came. I was done with this.
[458 words. Fucked Up Situation - My Darkest Days.] [/blockquote]
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