So I Flee.

[Fajera]

I flee like the bad man, I sing like a sad man.

petite dappled was at a mere drift within he shattered wood's bed. sincerely hushed as she had done her best not to leave a trace for the blood lines to follow her, for they were the reason she ran off. or maybe.. it was some sort of deeper journey. you see, the young had dug. she was attempting to find some inner core, as gay as it had sounded. she needed to know the inner strength, and test it by being within nothing to lean apon. towering timbers seemed to whirl with every stained stepping, satiny plumage a mere ruffled tuft behind the fragile youth as she had been absent mindedly ambling about within the pitch, savouring each blasting whistle by the hovering birds above within the canopy. it felt quite fine to be free. released from the annoyances of royalty. oh yes. just an ordinary babe, aging into a fine lined femme. she was much larger than last seen within the royal boundaries, for before landing unto a specific plot she was settled far off. some sort of bog or marsh, she had not a clue of the specific term to be used. with a muffled moan like tone to seep cleanly into the atmosphere. released. those freak demons seemed to devour her in touch, though all she had really needed was some sort of an escape. Ebra and Deux were fine, yes, though they were the parent unit. not some equine she took pleasure in seeing so often. she needed new faces, and new companions dare she say. she was young, yes, though many studs had thought themselves to be suitors to such ellegance of the heirarchy.

I bled like a crazed man.

fore limb was strung forwards agressively, the petite seeming to flaunt with no gaze upon such wee porcelain. the perfect doll, for your empty collection.. held and prized for perfect complexion. you had to hear the roar to understand the pur. you had to get hit brutally before recieving comfort. that was Fajera. demon at once, and with luck you may side into the mind, and thought something of. feathered cord was quickly flagged in utter excitement. suprise. she was young. fancy youth. eye catching and glamorous. though those titles were fine indeed, she needed more for the stable outreach. she needed more. and always would. dome swung with deep thoughts, mind a lame muddle as she had tumbled forth unto what had seemed to be some sort of well luminated plot. she was guessing such a place for high converse to be littered with filthy equine, here and there. there and here. with another prideful step she was at a mere wander over such vacancy, flooded with suprise. slight eagerness creeping upon, though in the back of the throbbing mind there was a thought of someone else. Pierre. ah. how she thought him so malicious. devious. handsome in his own way. she devoured him mentally from the start, though was he as high as she had assumed? or was it some sort of mask. she knew of his past.. with the putrid race of the light, and she knew of his blood lines, the sire a royal, no? making him slightly rimmed with riches. another thing that attracted her, he was born into some sort of royalty too, no? she could not be mistaken, he had the figure of a noble steed.. just age was all he needed. and maybe a tinge of patience.

And when you test me, the mask reveals...

there was an agile spin, the petite to take reassuring gaze over the wood's tranquility. so pitch. the cloak she had thirsted for since the very birth. pitch black. whiskey poured gaze slowly inched to the corner of such glassy pools. nothing in bare palms. there was nothing here. there was drowning hope. she ran for a break. for an interest. for a young toy. she needed something with intellect, though with youthful characteristics as well. she could not stand those fooled adults much longer. all chatter, though little action was occuring along with such. harli had spun slowly over the poll. a light blanket of lather seeming to easily drizzle over the hyde of she as the glaring suns rays had easily caused her into flushing hottly. cord rose higher. oh no, she was far too young for season. the season. each femme's pure dread. though it was summers heat in which attracted such action, and she was able to flaunt all she had, even in such young age. she could pull such an act off.. and have fun as well. maybe it would catch a few eyes, her filthy dances. or maybe it would just please her. dome swiftly swung, dangling by a mere thread as she had quickly bound to the left in a rough surge, then with a dreaded prance like flow forwards she had been tottering about, in a search thru the large thickets in which clung agressively to the silver whisked hyde, light squeaks forming as few had clung too deeply. oh the sheer pain. rouge speckles. perfection at last. her only thought. perfection and converse. how she needed some attention. Oh, where are you?

... I am a mad man, slithering on rouge dipped heals.

[ OoC - Horrible.. But I'm being rushed -mutters- ]

[pierre]

[[pierre to the rescue!!!!! da da da dunn!!]]

stepping quietly behind the dappled femme, pierre slithered through the various mind materials of the swaying wilderness. how perfect the whole scenario was, and of course, fajera had no clue he was so close, what with the darkness. ah, he could stand so close, and only his breathing would give him away, though pierre dared not risk it. no, not so soon. perhaps he would let her find him, or maybe he should appear casual..or just let it flow. decisions, decisions. what a dreadful cloud they made, beyond the normal hate he felt, there bubbled in his thoughts the actions of which he had taken, and he knew deep that deux and ebra would either be ragingly mad, or be proud for him taking this action of protecting fajera from the harm of the filths that so easily lurked within her presence. but..the question remained, why had he followed? why had he been lured by her so easily? ah, a fool's first dance of flirtasia it was, no doubt. though pierre thought there was something more, yes, much much more. hmm..she must know about his past..for all seemed to know the horrid prophecy of which so delicately warped his whole 'fitting in' with the darks. some would reject him for his early youth, though some would respect him yet more for overcoming such stupidity of lightness.

and so we meet in the middle,
and the forbidden love begins alas.
i know a blackened love prevails within me,
but is the same with you for me?

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his lucid structure swung silently, tossing bits of his dampened tendrils unevenly across his visiage. such unhidden darkness fajera possessed..such power. but, to his dismay, such a sense of being untouchable..he peered out through the darkness of the night, watching over her as silently as possible, though he found it hard to contain himself, hard not to flee to her side, to provide the needs she viewed, to be the accompaniment of another youth she longed for. hmm..perhaps once he revealed himself she would allow him to do such, but for the time being, pierre lay hidden within the dense bedding that the forestry provided coolingly. with nerves came a sweet lather of a fine enrichment upon his lucid pelt, gleaming with the slivers of moonlight that now danced daringly over the topia. perhaps the light the moon provided would uncover his image, but he hadn't a care. soon enough she would know that someone was watching over her, even if she hadn't wished for him to, pierre was there as her guard, but so dearly longed for more.

stain every stitch with blood,
trace every line with the stench.
give the gift to yourself,
and bask in the glow of your dark radiance.

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acheiving the appropriate self confidence, the young bronc stepped lightly from his place of hiding, his secret revealed for Fajera to have. his own little sworn secrecy had been so easily given up, though the reason remained hidden from all but himself. how was one to explain a black love that was clearly off limits? sidling to fajera with a casual ease. a short nibble plucked over her hip area, sliding his grippers over her speckled canvas gently. no words were speakable, for he feared somewhat that his welcome within her presence was well worn, for both times he had been near her, he had left without speaking..with no explanation. ah, what was this? a light's filthy perceptions? mm mm mm mm..he refused to return to the light ways, let alone think as one. hmm..what to do? he bound ahead of the femme, turning sharply to return to her with a fond pinch laid over her blade, bumping into her carcass lightly.

ah, a foal's play.
let us frolic freely over the earns and eaves,
free to be as we wish.
doesn't it seem lovely?
hah!
what putrid denial.
no, we shall be devious,
let us roam rebelliously,
free to do as we wish.

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[Fajera]

This is no game, it's all driven by fear.

petite was at clean step, hollows at a thin flare due to some sort of masculine aroma. musty and sweet. dome swung to the side, a safehaven. tucked so ellegantly, to a fine chisled arch. take your guard. these looks can kill. and whomever presented such ghastly beauty had intended to be murderous. harli had swung as well with a gruff squeak to fall from trembling frayed whisketts. whiskey cluttered gaze rolling at a mere bland blob within the surfaced wood's bed. she knew whom it had belonged to, now. with fine details in scent and sight, eventually, she had found such a figure to belong to none other than Pierre himself. ha, perfect! my little doll, come play with me. take a walk on the dark side, dark side of the moon. you dont come to expect to sit and loll, to you? oh please, come play with me. the darkside, of the moon.. my dear, my dear. with another flicker of the ablazed hark she had easily strolled to his side, only to be sent the vague touch. she melted. colt. youth. dark. what was not to like. royalty, somewhat. she was soft as butter, or acted as such. there was a hushed whicker like sound to float from the very tumbling depths, plume cast highly once again, a mocking tease as the petite had danced along the side of such a steed. her little boy. hah. drowned in filthy ink to her liking. vocals slowly began to ring once again, a eerie screech. a beckon. a plead. What is it? I cannot flee from the bounds without some rescue cord? Oh, please. I do not need such safety. she seemed to chuckle with deep inhailences. he would feel sheepish after such tones, though with the following she had known he would be pleased he had followed in the first place.

You look freightened, my dear puppet. What is it? Fret?

she had stumbled innocently closer. riding at his flanks. though there was an odd innocence about her. glowing as if some sort of halo. she could get away. with anything. so shy. so ellegant. so beautiful. so horrid. obscure. morbid. ugly. precious. a gem of Deux and Ebra. with another mindful prance she was rounding the petite hessian, so proudly tugging at the flesh. harsh enough to form light ribbons of rouge to splatter over the stilled loam. perfect play. innocent and ruley. she owned him. he owned her desires. unless he had not noticed such.. yet. as if humble she had begun to croon lustfully towards the youth once again. a statement to be heard. listen well you little thing. it would be wise for the ending. Though I am assured you shant regret following one such as I. Here we may roam to our hearts filthy desires. Care to join me? You rabid little thing. she sputtered slowly, a cool tone to leave in dazed in some sort of joining awe. though the lusted dances had continued, encircling the young slowly. she had no reason to act so odd. so wild. though maybe she had. she was free! alas. free from the grasp of elders whom had urged her into tight boxes. she was forced to obey. every rule. things would not work if she had not done so. if she had not, then her slight fame brought with rouge would have a decrease. a negotive. she would be belittled in the eyes of her sire and dam, and most likely be unreleased for some time until she had been tamed for them, and them only. the rounds had not ceased. and orbit around it's favored area. she was precise. perfection with the limps around the young stud. I am waiting... she had seemed to snicker such a tone this time, dentals a heart incineration, quickly snatching at the muscular flank of he with a burning sensation before she had falling to his side in an urge onwards. come along, dance with me.

Princess and prisoner. I want some fun, come along.

oh, the ellegance. there was froth to the rims of such fine velveteen, the petite dappled slipping over the loam as if some sort of fragile ballerina, scorned in the battle. life. death. devouring your soul with every deep inhailence. there were fine coos to slip with each slipping step onwards, the figure being etched in utter tranquility, against such rough featuring thorn. limbs fluttered frantically attempting to keep up with the racing heart, harli at a stiff cling to the very embedded poll as the petite dappled had grown irritated. was it just poor vision? or had Pierre been as still as some sort of handsome statue? a bossy whistle had cascaded over her own chest due to the tightly tucked mug, moan seeping freely soon after as it was a pure beckon. there are no rules here. come and find me. it was her only thought. some free play. some free rouge. some free mind. she needed some thought to feed off of. she needed Pierre's energy. she needed his attention. oh, she was as desperate as scum for his gaze. his touch. so wound up she could not quite realize her faults. as if honestly some femme in deep seasons. she was mad almost. chains broken. there were no boundaries now. she could do anything. with another tug to the plume she had been hoisted. energetic. giddy. wild. beastly. she needed to shred. something to dread. a bite in the back. Pierre, Pierre.


[ OoC - Sort of small, but the little font makes my posts look so weak. lol! But I like the small font, it looks so clean. ]

[pierre]

whickering lightly to the young femme, he snatched and pinched at her dappled hyde, his enamel brushing against her soft flesh, clenching her canvas temporarily before releasing, only to watch her flaunt about, flirting like motions ceasing his thoughts, freezing his senses. his module went numb, her dance rounded about him so casually, indeed..she had began to be wild, the true offspring of two such as Deux and Ebra, the true Fajera. young. wild. flirtacious. perfect. luring. seeking. demanding. ah, perfect. how could such a dark love form for this mysterious femme so quickly? hmm..yet another unknown answer. he craned from side to side, his indigo seekers' gaze captured by her flirty dance, watching her movements slimly, intrest highly apparent. what was she asking him? hah, what games she played..with such skill. ahoy, let the games begin.

young fajera, i mean nothing of the sort. i wish only to protect you, not to restrain you from the freedom one such as yourself recieves. games you play, and play them well. you truely are a riddle, and for this, i admire you greatly. it be early, but perhaps one day we shall unite in a terra, or perhaps not. we are not so young any longer, and i have put much thought into this subject. i shall allow myself only one soul to spoil with my scarce love, but that one shall receive all. i leave it with you. but for now, let's.

a chuckle persued his eerie tones, prancing at her flank gingerly, near in place. ah, her doll? heh. the thoughts of such brought a sly grin to his curved kissers, plucking gruffly at the rough hyde over the tips of her rump before surging off into the vacant valley, a shrill call flowing back to her before he stretched out, his sprint carried shortly before he slowed to turn back, facing her. waiting for her reaction, perhaps to follow him? in so many ways she was different, so unique. so devious beyond imagination. the pressure of battling Padrone had faded, being overtaken lustfully by psychotic bliss with these moments spent with fajera. perhaps something most brutes wouldn't ever accomplish, though no accomplishment it was, it was, in his hopes, the early stages of courting. he had intentions of claiming a palace for his own, but had not wanted to trail off without fajera. the decisions were forgotten as he picked a trail nearer to her once more, an azure glow cleared within his eagerly presented seekers.

is it enough to love?
is it enough to breath?
somebody rip my heart out,
and leave me here to bleed.
is it enough to die?
somebody save my life.

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he cooed quietly, cursed murmers to slip innocently from his parted laburnums, beckoning now her. no doubt he enjoyed the time, but he wondered, somewhere in the back of his thoughts, what deux would think of this crazed adventure the two had been engaged in. a life on the wild side with fajera. so simple, yet so pleasing. prancing to her, he flanked her, nibbling at her blade lightly. his mold pressed to hers for a moment, quite amused by her touch. he reared shortly in his place, pinching lightly over her crest. stepping forth, he chewed on her towers with a light pressure. his whipcord slapped over his surface, soon falling back around his haunches uselessly.[/size][/color]

[[sorry..tired.it sux. sounds..lightish..don't rip his head off hon..bad post ]]

[ecstasy]

okiedokie [snugs and gives cookie before tottering off to entity]

[Fajera]

Follow my very steps. Bubbling with anticipation, though what for?

lengthy limbs were strung forwards with little else to wait for. he had declared his stay, why not make some sort of devilish celebration over such, no? muscles once of an tight hold were now at a full flex, ellegantly rippling beneath the dappled flesh. giving off some sort of off scene. the tide rocking a lone sailor to and fro. or what had come to mind. bodice fell forth. petite to stumble onwards thru the meshed muddle in which was open to all common type. her rank just a known factor. with fores to swing slickly, she had been thrown into a clean saunter over such a barren plain, sharp whistles fleeing to the ebon as she had actually beckoned for his presence beside such a young doe. i said come play with me, oh my dear. harli was swaying to and fro atop the bobbing dome of she which held such a keen seeming curve. fine lines to hold her knowledge within. though her pride was more in supply. easier to be caught by the eye. and it had been shown with every swift swing of the hips, stilts to fold and bound within jus a mere blink as she had been bounding about, tendrils dipped of an odd honey hue rolling over the tight boa of she. a large cascading depth. glorious. with a sudden shriek, the youth had dove to the side, a victory bound caused by little. and once again, cord of mixed sunlight and obsidian had been perched into an outrageous flagging. she had been born with instinct. to flaunt. it was thought little by she, just out of the ordinary some would say. though for others it seemed to pluck attention to whatever they had been tending. just for a slick passing glance. poor things. though out of pure thought, slimly curved apex swung violently to the side, a springy clench. ripped and curled were the boa muscles, tightly gripped to the chest as she had formed one restless arch with the stroll back to Pierre. his words finally hitting her. hard. there was a reply brewing somewhere though. of yes. where she had kept that so sulken heart of hers. Yes.. Games. she stated cooly, as if she was intending something else, though there really had not been much thought into any of this escape. it was only a sick urge. Unite? Are you sure this is not based on just the matter of days we had spent? Young and niave, though you seem so secure with the subject. I shant commit to anything... But go where the path leads. she gave a brief nod, too flustered to honestly tugg off his very facials for seeming so warm and tender. oh please. though she found it tamely sweet in a sense, and accepted his offer. silently. for now. for she knew there was business with royalty, and not sure if Ebra and Deux had lain out plans for her very being already. she could not remain on such a topic though, and quickly fled to his side with a brief caress to the ebonic flank in which he had held. stating her offer quickly. she was not to waste her free time dwadling. though if he had swept her off.. something new and exotic... maybe that would lighten her flighty ways. Hurry. We must busy ourselves, for I know that those two sleeping hounds will note our absence. Quickly. Tell me, what is it that your wretched mind desires? Any seeping thought at the moment? she was slightly excited to know how he had been feeling for the moment, the young stud being so hard to read, though she found that favorable. good card he was. she herself just a bundle of energy. a bomb awaiting to explode. the reasoning in which she had continued to rub at his flanks restlessly before spinning facewords once again with a mocking buck to the side of he, aim proven false as she had planned it to be so. just being plain agressive she was. plume cast highly as she was doing her best, striving, to catch the young studs attention. just playing her role in tha fact she needed his spark. lead the way. for this will most likely be the last time i follow willingly. she was beckoning for anytime of action his ink like self could with hold. and there he had been. sitting dumbly. with little on mind. begging. pleading. satisfy a poor dear. you little china doll, which is currently dragging limply by a string. thats all she was. some lifeless voodoo. waiting. simpley waiting.

take me there. the darkside of the moon.

[ OoC - Horrible. I've lost my muse lately, I'm sorry. Once I can start to stay up late (weekends and break which is two days away) I can post something nice and long for you.. Babble for ages =D ]

[ecstasy]

watching her bounce about, he lurched after her, soon to lurch back to his stationary. ah, unreadable, eh? and this left her to be..?exactly the young bronc's point, she too was unreadable. a book in a foreign language, and for this, such a psychotic emotion was felt. what was this? this strange feeling? love?lust? ah, no no no. it was nothing more than a crush, no? that he wasn't sure, for they had only spent small portions of time together, he admired her in such ways she might never know. deciding not to get mooshy, he mumbled quietly for his own stupidity, snatching and pinching at her peppered hyde as she made her way back round him. he clenched the flesh for only a moment, a devilish base glinting wildly within his aglow visiage. no time for business, but time for play.

ah, my thoughts? hah..you wouldn't begin to want to know. they be of your considerable lure, your attempts to flaunt and flirt. your dangerous attitude. your devilish sense of sheer perfection. tell me, what are you thinking...?

his vocals trailed off in a suggestive fashion, he too allowing a small buck as he neared her side. he began to walk tight circles around Fajera, their hyde's mingling for the moment before his circles grew, then tightened again. he nosed lightly at her torn tendrils before nudging at her cage gruffly. awaiting a reply, he scraped his clacking dental utensils over her spinal chords swiftly, a repition of this motion in play. Pierre hadn't a clue what Fajera was thinking when she was flirting about, acting as such..such what? such a devious rebel..ah..the thought of such was luring. he too longed to discover her thoughts, to reveal her reply in truth. yes, the reply to his thought, though he was sure she had no intentions of such rash obligations. a fool for telling her he was, for if deux was to find out, surely he would be a ball of rage.


shoving the parentals from his mind, pierre bounded forth in a leaping motion. he swayed to and forth, hxll bent over the lands as he fled over the canopy, nothing before him. empty lands. drafting over his shoulder, he wondered if Fajera would join him in a brief frolic. a frolic through these lands that he thought such as herself would never visit, though that was what he adored so much about her, no? the wildness about her drove him nearly mad, her courageous ways of every task's tending..nothingmore could he want..

[[gah..sorry it sucks..big ones.]]

[Fajera]

Now save me.

awkward. once again the state. ellegance was frozen within some sort of youth capsole. vision before a bit blurred as the thick though had clouded such an intruiging mind. he want to know of her thoughts? wow. deeply this whip cut. though amazingly there seemed to be a numb wound. he would not find such deeply dug core that easily. oh, please. through the mist of a mental state, the petite silver whisked had muttered some sort of strong reply. gaze of whiskey threadings rolling over the young stud as her thought had quickly fallen. how lame his question was, though there was a decision not to stick such a thought to him.. long. harli had flung, dome to swing heavily with a reply easily being sputtered into the crisp atmosphere which felt so cruely cool against the thin hyde. sun down. twilight. perfect. You wish for me to state aloud such thoughts. Each buzzing idea? Oh, please. You have indeed got your hopes up, young boy. she spat with a smirk to curl the devilish corners. there was a reason she could not be read easily, as if some sort of novel. it was a characteristic. something of deep talent. a master piece. the puzzle never able to be thought out completely until you have wisened up. flipping thru your past moments, only to realize with a replay. her intentions. all of them. Though do not get in a hurry to flee. Follow the instinct... by which she meant there was something. a strand tugging her off into a northern corner of such filthy plains. she was leading him off, with the dominant stance by being utterly bossy. though it was a need. dare he posses the need to follow? no. the desire? most likely. as if some sick puppy dragging by steel chains, that was her leading over him.

I take the wheel. But I can't do it all alone.

it was only a matter of seconds before the limbs flung into a churning state once again, body just rolling over the frayed twigs and leafy greens. he could follow or not, no need to fret over his own choices. he was his own being, for now. and so was she. bodice was at a mere float. hovering over consumation as she had fled into the pitch, though opposite of where she had entered. just nosing about for what had eagerly been pulling the throbbing heart strings. apex strung tightly to the feathered chest as each frail seeming brace had flung from beneath in a hearty pluck to the very terrain which resided underneath as well. racing. within the tranquil wood's bed once again there were few lunges and leaps, rotting quickly scaled over before she had hobbled over each hurdle with a slick ease. fluid like. minutes flew as she had, accounting to an hour of travel, she being to lazy to even bother with a passing glance behind, guessing the youthful hessian had tagged along, as he was the type to desire being with her, unlike so many. so many she had not even known. with another wary twitch to the slim harks she had uncovered something. stumbling unto some sort of rock like surface in which echoed a rude reply back to her trespass. amazing.

Give light to my path, I only loom in the shade.

with a stroll into the bleak ink dribbling she had fallen into some sort of angelic.. thing. falls. dark molten like rocks hurled to form some sort of arch like mountain in which held a magnificent flow of fluids. each weak drop holding its own sphere of colors. aurora it was. and glorious. eye catching. whiskey drizzled pools skimmed such a large formation in which towering in size compared to she, lower jaw fluttering from the clutch of the upper half in slight awe as to what was luring her for quite some time. through such coloration, trembling limbs swung one again with little energy left to spare, the petite plodding into the shallower end of such a radiant pool, easily throwing herself into such, bodice slowly being wrapped within the luminescent aqua pool. swelling in a pure inky hue over the very dappled hyde. a toss to the side and it was perfection, the wake of such a body of water lapping at the lathered hyde in weak strokes, a muffled sigh slipping from the beached mug of she, just. watching. tendrils wound up and eased into the cool pool, nothing but the petite silver blotched dome of she to be aparent as the rest of twilight had eaten the figure. just a mere shade in the pitch she was. a slim silhouette, being lapped by a pool. the scene so calmed. so eerie. yet so undefined. all on its own. and she was purposefully drowning the pelt within such devouring liquid. aurora.


[ OoC - I like never have muse here anymore. Or anywhere ]

[pierre]

a hasty stride set the bronc reluctantly after her, so mischevious she was.his voicings were but unheard murmers, cursings some may call them. what was the purpose of this? sheer joy? he cantered lollingly about, trailing behind her for a moment to surge forth to her side. his dome lofted highly atop his perch, a regal form to be seen. as they navigated through the unseeable pitch black, he scuttled closer to the side of Fajera, a ghastly whisper given forth as he did so.you have much to learn, my dear little rag doll. his statement wsa presented in a cool tone, for all this time she had thought of him as the dol? hah! what humor this brought..so amusing. doll he was not, bobbling on a string he would never. what had lead her to this crazed thought?mm..perhaps the two were eachother's dolls..free to toss about. heh, unlikely, but possible.

the metallic thuds below him forced pierre to slow somewhat, ablunder as to the source of this unfamiliar noise. what's this? noting the elaborate pool, his visiage set aglow, textile to lay agape in awe at the gleaming pool of blending colors. beautiful./ ah, an amazing sight..outrageous..perhaps even uncommon. the falling of fluids from such a high ground? crazy..but so..luring. noticing fajera wading into the inked mass, he followed as if obediantly, as if she had lured him. what a joke. he waded deeper, the ground below him disappearing in a gradual passing. his confusion and worry..sheer thought had vanished, replaced with a psychotic bliss. never before had perfection been seen by pierre, until, that is, fejera and the falls. he chuckled, nearly sounding ghost-like. what an adventure they had bound themselves to. adrenaline rush starting over, he sank into the depths of the oceanic pool, his dome bobbing above the surface as he paddled rapidly into the deeper sections of the fluids. the creeping of the iced liquids cooled his steaming module, soothing the humid hotness that had caped his lathered canvas.

swimming back to fajera's flank, he rubbed his dentals along her hyde before clacking them in a harsh fashion. what now?he rambled about, nudging her before setting out into the gleaming pool's depths once more. the bubbling of the fluid amazed him in a stupid way, how unique it all seemed to be. how perfectly everything had played out. perfect. he rummaged through the aquatarine swiftly, pillars churning quickly beneath his sopping torso. the tender flaps of his underbelly twittered lightly with the cool touch of the water, looking back casually at fajera, wondering if she too would take a dip. he soon lurched to her side, nudging her this way and that, cooing quietly. his seekers held a symbol of mischief, the parentals clearly shoved from all sources of thought. the perfect dance in play. clenching to the siver hyde of fajera, he tugged lightly, only in play. he held this motion in repetition for some time before releasing the delicate canvas. what was to happen?

his thoughts began to kick back on busily. padrone. the challenge. ebra. deux. fajera. overwhelming it all was, though he longed for the state of bliss to return dearly. the pain never left, though it was the pain that comforted him..the only thing other than..than..what? was he about to spill this? not a chance. his cranium shook lightly, tossing tendrils thickly in all directions in a spiradic motion. he lapped temporarily at the aqua, soon raising his dome once more to the regal position as before. why not show pride? hah. sounding like a light once more. pitiful. would he ever learn? of course, just needed a tutor. it would come in time, though there was no need to slow things for that matter. the experience of dark ways was needed, though spending time with fajera would only help, more so for his enjoyment as well. and if another was to claim fajera? the bloodiest battle of all. he vs. another bronc for fajera. yes, that would be the result of another claiming the silver bundle of grace. of darkness. of fiestyness. of perfection. of chaos. of bravery. of courage. of craziness. all things he adored..in an odd way. guess some get the gift of being a lure, where some as himself were only ones who got in their way.

foolish thoughts! foolish ways he was acting, how could this be? how could he go through the first quarters of his life with the dark courts and still act as a light? he snorted harshly, ridding the stupidity of the lights from his thoughts. never again would he think of their putrid existence in such ways. never again would he mock the ways of them as he had done so. was the one black love he wished to have forming for Fajera? without a doubt, and growing quite quickly. a rather terrifying fact, for he was no blind fool. he knew that others would want her, though he would do his best to keep her from them, unless of course she was to want them over him..a possibility with high odds. at one point he thought their dark love to be forbidden, strictly out of bounds, but..look at how things had turned out to be..the two stealing away from the parentals..captured by their own haven. perfect. perhaps he had begun to get on fajera's decent side, were feelings for him held within her?

[[sorry its short.your post didn't exactly go along with mine. oh well. might modify it later . sounds kind of lightish..im sorry.been posting as lights for a while.nice signature.]]

[Fajera]

And now you desire the night life?

And you as well have much to gain. Much to learn off of. she seemed to grunt as he had still been a bit young in the mind with pushes and pokes. whiskey chilled gaze had slowly rolled over the growing steed. she was growing an adoration for him. his look. his move. his thought. oh, he was cute indeed, though could he even control such a wild little banshee? she was skeptical as of now, mostly because of his age. though he had the right desires and plans. she could honestly trust him, or so she thought now. there was a loud groan with his agressive prods to the very flank, the petite silver to squirm relectantly. had he not caught the fact she was weary? the nightlife, it was draining to something so young, something in which had not consumed a mere thread of smooth emerald. she was starving. though went along with his puppy like plans, just for kicks. limbs had flailed with an uprise of the dappled youth, torso shoving into the fine obsidian figure of the young colt with what sounded as something affectionate. a soft croon as she had tugged a fluttering hark. Now, now. You push me from rest. It's a dance you wish, eh? Count this as one of your three wishes, my dear. It takes two to tango, and I shall accept to follow you. Two wishes left. Spare them. the femme seemed to chucked, boa wound to a tight arch, velveteen scraping at his own muscular serpentine before she had pressed closely to his side. oh, the pressure she had put against him. dome swung madly before returning to the tight clasped arch, limbs strun agressively as she had dove within the deep inky pool, forcing Pierre to be glued to her side the whole way, snapping and tugging at his thick flesh before he had followed her every move. synchronized they were, some sort of aqua ballet. she flung. she dove. reared and bucked, and expected he to follow thru all. assured he wouldn't fail, or would he? there was precise footing thru it all. the time flying. out the window. tick tock.

To play so light like.

the filthy glee had quickly faded with greed, though, and the fiesty petite was mentally begging for something, anything. pelt of she remained lathered, not by water, but a strain. crazed she was. again as if an elder in season, though this was all by desire. mental acts. with a push, the silver blotched had flung before the young stud, toying with the light feathers upon his chest. she considered him her mate now, even if so utterly young. though that was what he was, now. he would be branded into the memory, and she would have no regret over remembering his very facials. flanks had hottly rolled over his chest with a moan. it was a plea. with another soft rubbing she had wadded back to the shallower end of such a cove plume flagged with soft whimpers to flee. Please, stay put. I will be right back. what else was there to say? she had taken a plunge into the pitch, just rolling in fine foliage. she was quick enough to find anything to devour, sincerely not wanting to waste much time with the one she called hers, as of now. kissers flapped restlessly, the youth to blindly snap at a pine tree, the needles to cause her to gag somewhat. a cough. with another try, more lower she had found relief. there was a large intake. she plucked it all thru soft moans. the pain of time. it was killing her. in its own way. over time strides drew her back to the inky fluids in which rippled rapidly. the youthful of pearly hues slowly sliding back to Pierre with a regal pose and another soft rub. it had only lasted so long though, with paces she had returned to the shallower end, a lazy plop and she was gloomily laying within the wake of such weak waters. grunts and whimpers escape as she had tried her best to coax him over to her. Come here, my dear. Lay down. slipped in a coo, lathered bodice curling tightly with little sound effects. she knew there was something wrong. through all the play came mist. she had effects. she was deforming. no longer a filly, but quickly sprouting into a mare. soon enough she would mature, and blossom. most likely to need to scope out a worthy stud, and be forced to feed with common femmes, and he. be forced to obey law. disgusting. forced to move with nature. forced to become one of those filthy seasonal does. forced to bear young. it was all sick, and a part of her was wishing to be frozen in time. remain so young with no responsibility. with no laws. she weezed for a moment, curled position then to sprawl with a throb of limbs. i am mare. i am mare. i am mare. come here, my baby.

And so, I am sorry to state,
Make your reaction anything but late,
You have captured me,
Oh wee ebon.
Spin me a novel,
Our tale, ongoing.

[ OoC - So short.]

[Fajera]

[ OoC - Reply jockeh! ]

[pierre]

chill yer grills.i was busy with x-mas

with a rocking sway, the bronc clung giddily to the side of the petite femme, their dance amusing him so. so this was the real her. no longer the bundle of furred hair, but a lively youth whom expected the most out of her age. adoring. perfect yet even more. he chuckled quietly, hunching over with the lively bucks given off by the pair, hovering low to bare the blows that were..perhaps..accidental by the movements of this..this..bucking session. or whatever it would be called. a dance, some would say. though he thought of it moreso as a ..as a ritual..classic it was. with a sharp grunt, he followed closely at the flank of the ess, tenderly placing nips fondly over her canvas, their bandwidth stretching to her whithers as they bounced forth. then, suddenly, she took a break. his seekers skimmed over the sleek contours of the silver hues, eyeing fajera somewhat as she wondered about. a pine? hah! what humorous things such youth as themselves could bring. no, this was not a food source for their liking, but a needle strewn limb sprouting from the forsaken earth. ah, another lesson learned at that. a bellowing chuckle was released with eerie tones, watching over the dapple intently. alas, the correct grazing was found.

clear me a path. reluctantly, pierre made his exit from the soothing pool, stepping slowly to fajera, now in the downed position. so calm she seemed to be. peaceful almost. yet, her lure still remained. nearing the back of the femme, his pillars outstretched, his bodice hovering lowly over the floor as he began to lay down gently at her side. lured by the wits. his aperature lofted only inches above that of her own, nosing at her damp tendrils with the utmost care. three wishes..now two..hmm.. so, she had given him three wishes, one of which he had put to great use. time with her was always on the menu, though more was wanted. not the perverted thoughts of some, but..perhaps, to his amusement, the accompaniment of her in a land? ah, that would truely be perfect. gay as it sounded. how was a cold one to confide a love?hmm..not a love..nor a lust. a black love. the purest of the sort. knowing he shouldn't feel as he did so soonly, what with her unsure of him still, he crooned quietly. he nibbled lightly at her silken cloth before his atrix draped restlessly over the whithers. tiring it all had been, the same for her, no? his lids shuddered lightly, the sleep settling in with a slow pace. so much like death sleep was..though there was always the fact that some hours later one would wake. sickening. he mumbled quietly, his whiskered mug rummaging over her physique to plant a gruff kiss[yup..horses can now kiss..heh] over her blade. had her hatred been refined with bliss within these moments as well? the replacement was always temporary, of course..but so deeply this bliss traveled..mortifying his state.

a light nudge was strewn about over her cage, his curvature craned for this duty. his oxygenators flared with a heavy sigh, sleep was calling, though he wouldn't doze until the ess had. his duty, by choice, was this; fajera's guard, whether she wanted him or not. she had seemed to want him with her, though one was not to be too sure..not yet. he too considered her his mate, though he wasn't sure, as of many things still, whether it would last long enough for him to travel to the faraway grounds to claim a palace..a throne of their own. he skimmed warily over the environmentals once more before returning his gaze over the ess before him. scooting slowly, his bodice pressed lightly to hers. was she too nearly dozing off? hopefully. not to rid her presence, but for him to do so as well. his shutters flapped over his chasms rapidly, murmering yet again before his aperature lay limp about her whithers. let us sleep, my doll.

[[merry late x-mas..i got me a cell phone..and like a bunch of other stuff..but i'm too lazy to type it. sorry my post sounds like a light, i am getting better.]]

[Fajera]

Tell me what you do...

the petite silver whisked had seemed to shudder with his warm touch. she knew what was wrong here. she was growing utterly attatched, though what that honestly something to be upset over? she was not quite sure for the moment, young minds always twisted and unknowing. though she did know one thing. Pierre was stronger than she thought, or assumed anyways. it took alot for someone who was of the sinning race to be in some kind of love. you had to overcome so much. there were stereotypes over darks. that they head no lust or desire, though both fajera and pierre both did. that was what made them such an odd match. yes. a match. dome seemed to swing slowly as the femme was rolling closer and closer to the brujo, feasting freely off of his warmth, as if very needy. she was becoming a mare. she was growing so quickly. fajera was unaware if pierre knew the laws of the land. natural rules they were, branded into many equine. in a few more months pierre had the right to sweep away fajera, either willingly or unwillingly. and truthfull, deux could do nothing over the matter since he is her sire, and would not use her for breeding and such, therefore she had no benefit. she had no reason to remain, as sick as the law was. with her first seasoning she would be let loose from iron chains. the world would collapse, for her anyways. of course, she wanted to be with pierre, though she was leery of being given away by her herd already. she could go to anyone, and anything could happen there. pierre would have some trust, since she had actually known him somewhat, and whatever he did, she would feel some sort of safe nature towards it. no matter what it was. that was how she was programmed. if she had asked him, she hoped he would allow her to visit now and then, though it was doubtful, especially if she was to be his only belle, for then she would be forced into many matters. she would need to be the lead, and the protection. she would become to brood mare and the wise one. she would need to play every role within a herd, for pierre would only have her. oh, it would be hard... though maybe with enough lusting moments it would pay off, for she needed someone to have her games to play upon.

suddenly, vocal chords were strung, and a soft whimper was settled within the hushed damp darkness, apex of she just below his own, burried into his chest where she had felt utterly safe, though from what? her thought of growing up. maturing into a mare. Pierre, tell me, is it fate that I must love you? he was acting so light, though it honestly had not bothered her. they were alone and weary. he was taking well care of her ache, and she healing his desire. though his kisses, she seemed to strain with them, moaning to an extent. he was showing so much affection in a foreign language, and his every whiskered touch made her fall deeper into the quicksand of lust. she loved him. with a struggle to get closer, she was bumping to his cage, his damp warmth comforting her. For I believe this is not fate, but decision. I am quite sure of your needs and wants. Tell me, what is it you want? To set things straight. Use a free wish. Anything. she trembled with the release of a ghastly croon so utterly drowsey, though she was to wait for his reply. it was the perfect time, and she hoped whatever was to exit from the stud was in good wording. she was not so young anymore. not so clueless as she was once with those suitors. she was maturing, waiting. devouring the dim silhouette he had held thru a tender groom, coaxing his wished from him. massaging. oh, she was in love. filthy filthy love.

...You know I can't see thru.

[ OoC - Horrible, sorry. ]

[pierre]

this is the dawning of our lives..

a light rumble managed to escape his clenched rows, though the reason for them being clenched so tightly was utterly a dumfounded subject. so many things had happened in so little time. the conversion of his race, the twist in his fate..fajera. sure, fajera was perhaps the best thing held to him, though..was it meant to be this way? were the two supposed to be as they were? or had the plot of the youth's parents been an interaction in destiny. a snort gave way to the answer...who cared? not he, for he was with a fine bruja..one he trusted. one he...he loved. yes, he was sure he loved her right back. no, not sure, for he was not sure of anything. he was positive. yes, he had overcome many..urges..many things to proclaim this sickened thing called love, but what else was it to be called? it seemed more than a crush..yes, much more. and soon enough broncs from all over would swarm his dear Fajera with their captivity. they would steal her..but not if he was alive.no, if he still breathed, he would fend off the greedy broncs. to keep her with him as long as possible, though he wasn't sure he could fight back for her if she wished to follow another..could he?

pitiful. oh yes, this described his thoughts very well. light coos became apparent, flooding the absent minded vacancy. the silence broken. a wish..a request....is for you to remain with me..for as long as you can..for as long as you wish. for as long as you are by my side, no other bruja will be turned to..ever. much thought was convenient within his words, peeling off of his scuppers quietly. light as he sounded, his words were greatly meant. a strong meaning was laid within the bed of such a statement. could she tell? they had known one another for a fair time now, so..could she now read him better?more precisely? a tender chuckle emitted quietly, his tones muffled sounding. with her crown buried within his feathered cavity, his cranium dipped lightly over hers, encaping her. her protection from growing up. hah, what wonderful things he guarded, as now he guarded her youth. his grip round her atrex held firm, his lids tightening to the close. i am no fool my love, i know things change..but why..why so soon? heh, the intament moments of a pair of darks. unlike any other race, more faithful than any other to be found..yet so deceiving. his whiskered textile quivered somewhat with the tickle of the meshed hydes. a beautiful blend. black on dapple/white. perfect.

rest is needed, don't deny it. come now, i shall guard you in your time of resting, so dearly needed. so true. while fajera slept, he would guard her, as in so many cases he would. let her sleep without interruption. let her dream..let her be with whomever she wished. let her run free. let her escape from the reality she tried so desperately to duck from. his heart beat returned to normal, once rapidly beating with the oncoming words of the femme. soothing they were, in a crazed way. in an unreal way. the world seemed surreal at the time, he too tired of reality. tired of the duties that called so loudly. tired..of everything but her presence. indeed, things changed so often, that of which was the only thing that seemed to remain the same. why was everything so much faster than he? soon enough the time would come when one brute would walk away with his beloved fajera. a bloody day it would be when another accompanied her home.

on Holiday..

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awful.forgive me.this is soooo fun though

[Fajera]

<sub>I've been wandering sideways...
there was a creeping silence, so awkward in its way. pierre had created him somehow, with his pool of lust in which she had swum so vibrantly gazing at his being. he was asking her why such feelings had brewn, though she drew a blank to the answer as well, the reasoning she had also no reply to him, her mate. bathed in sin. how he was the perfect key into thee gates. with a hushed hum she had seemed to reply, quietly whispering as she had been ducked beneath him, drowning in a drunk nature of love, lusting into a drowsey mode, ready for sleep. Oh, my dear, my dear. Your wish is of dominance over one with rule? I challenge you to fair game, and pledge my stay, though I beg of you to put up a strong fight to any who dare intrude upon this.. relation. harks slowly glided to the poll, the petite nudging closer to the dear stud with utter gruffs of apoligy as she had tugged away his feathered chest. lay your doll to rest. and with little else to be murmered, she was dead in sleep, moaning with the pang of dreams. her future. her past. the present. what would she be like without pierre at her side for the current moment? all could be easily noticed by he, she knew, though she was heavily in slumber and so sadly prone. he was her protector. he would keep her safe, though had she totally trusted him now? soon enough, the thoughts had all melded into nothing. no cares whatsoever. the mind drew a blank, and she trembling before snapping the cord and becoming still. useless. she had no energy, and was drained. perfectly. still. as if dead, frozen beside the adored one, her only. her toy. her best friend. a disgusting tale whirled into some sappy love story.

~*~

one mere lid had fluttered open with the released calls of young jay's, their wings to flap restlessly which caused fajera to become slightly startled with an awakening, though she had barely moved. pierre had seemed drowned in slumber, and she was slightly releaved. rolling to the side she had eased from his tight grasp, limbs rolling and folding as she had arisen to clumsily plod back into the deep pool, sincerely hoping pierre would remain sleepy, for she had somethings to sort out.. with herself. as odd as it had sounded. flints struck the cool aqua which remained inky even in broad daylight, the petite silver whisked traveling a few meters from the mate figure before she had eased to a cease within such depths. dome swung, the youth banishing all of her thoughts of regret from yonder, and the coming events. this was to clear the mind, this fleeing. with a splash of fluids, the dappled was bathing herself, too dry to do such with the mug. a few moments she was drenched and eager to move along with the plot she had formed, it all brewing so eagerly. she knew what she wanted now. braces once again had strung tightly to the chest, the clutch released as she had wad thru the pool and back to pierre slowly, gaze of whiskey tones rolling over his fine and sleeping figure. though something stood out, warningly. with the gait to fasten she was lured to his side, assuring herself he had still be knocked out. leeches. that was what she had examined so keenly, and was quick to act upon such. dentals rubbed at his limbs lightly, tearing away each sluggish figure which drew a series of blood vessels. the rouge acting as ornaments to his very obsidian hyde. she continued to remove such filthy life forms, from the bodies of he, and she. the pair was oblivious with the night time, and did not realize such a matter. it was no wonder she had been so weary hours before, she was being drained. literally.

muscular boa was clung tightly to her chest once again, with a fair job completed, and she feeling flustered some sort of feminine pride. she understood she was blossoming into a mare, and no longer a filly. tending for a higher form, and able to save the day from terror was a good start, even if it was dramatized within the mind. though the leeches had still lived, thriving upon the moist rock in which they had lain so closely the night before. oh, she would surely put an end to this. limbs pounded the topography roughly, the beat echoing off such placid figures of the falls. shrieks could be heard, more agressive than fearful, this was a wee slaughter, was it not? the ellegant had bound over the bodice of sleeping pierre, smashing each leech, and watching the crimson explode from each one. though with the murder, she had continued to prance as if jolly. all around pierre. she rung him in tight circles, hocks bending beneath his spine to perk him up into awakening. a few moments and he would wake up, only hazey. pace eased, her graces falling over his boa, tendrils wildly flowing upon his mask as she had finally whisked the silken whiskers over his features with a desperate moan. Pierre... I-I.. she just couldnt. no. she would be scolded so well. though she was a rebel, no? none like pierre would show themselves again. she needed him. ... I think I am ready to flee. Forever, with you to hold me tightly every day. And every day greater than the last... Take me somewhere. Let's make home. she was extremely young, niave.. somewhat. though he had some expiriance in the strange world, and she hoped for him to have the wit of care, for her, and himself. would he accept her plea, though? or decline the act of a desperate filly, turning into marehood.

... I've stared straight into the sun.</sub>

[ OoC - Eeeek! Bad -.- ]