x|Promise.of.Twilight|x

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A flash of ivory could be seen from a great distance- a mirage? A trick of the light? Nay, for as it drew closer, it adopted the form of an equus of pure, radiant alabaster hue. The fae's tresses, like silken seafoam, danced a manic's dance; crimped banner rippled gracefully with the wind. Her brilliant, snowkissed bodess absorbed Apollo's adoring light and thrust it out again, giving the fae An aura of angelic purity that was both glorious and deceptive- for though this luminous dove seemed innocent; naive, even, she was anything but...As her past explained. The cloud-pelted fatale halted her flight, exquisitely carved tiara uplifted, and harks at attention. This ashen angel knew not of her lineage, though her lithe frame, elegantly arched serpentine, proudly flagged banner, and delicately sculpted countenance screamed Arabian. And that she was, purest Egyptian Arabian. How was she so far from her homeland? Time will tell… Suddenly, the pearl-dusted nymph reared Up, delicate daggers striking violently at the sapphire sky, whose hue was so flawlessly mirrored in her own cerulean seers. Labrums parted as larynx released a haunting call- melodious, but full of longing, passion, hope, grief, mystery, and enchanting echoes of wild beauty that left all listening longing to hear more]Satisfied, the minx returned to Gaia's skin, obsidians lightly caressing the
viridian foliage. She stood perfectly still, like an ancient, intricately carved statue of purest white marble, and thrust forth another call. ...My curse is Promise- I am naught but an errant wanderer seeking solace once more. Come now, lads, I don't bite! :hard: she chuckled to herself. Entrancing orbs glittering, she waited patiently. :What have I thrown myself into now?: She wondered...

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Promise's ashen velveteens brushed the viridian foliage absently, auds still straining for any sign of any brute that might happen to chance upon the near-deserted terrace...:Have I made a mistake in traversing here?: The porcelain belle wondered, idly flicking her proud banner.

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Time. Naught but a monster, racing carelessly along for most. Promise, however, was not most. Oh, definitely not. Time, that horrid beast, slowed down for her with gleeful malice. Well, well, well. Promise's mind taunted sadistically. You thought your life was about to change for the better? You always were a foolish little beauty. Promise's emerald lanterns glittered with rage as she tossed her ashen visage in a futile attempt to drown the horrid truth. Don't try to shut out the truth, dear the voice snickered evilly.Pity, pity indeed, that your father couldn't see you now, no? Come, now, you didn't expect that I'd let you forget that little detail, did you? With a sigh, Promise sobered, remembering her family...It seemed she'd never gain a new one, either. /color]

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Promise flicked a snowdusted oriole uncertainly. Apparently, the patriot had disappeared...Or had never existed...Lovely. Now I am hallucinating. Perfection. Promise snorted to herself. You might as well give up, you know. What lord in his right mind would choose a psychotic vixen?Taunted a voice in her head, mercilessly echoing the thought that had been running through Promise's mind quite a bit...For who would? Perhaps, someday, a stag will come who will not care...What a hopeless romantic fool I have become. With a sigh, Promise paced sullenly over to a small stream. Lowing her elegant visage, she drank her fill. Seductive emerald pools scanned the barren terrace wistfully, searching for any signs of her salvation.

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Nibbling absently at a copse of foliage, Promise contemplated her sorry life. No, I must not wallow in my pathetic self-pity, like so many others do. For I am not weak, but will live my life alone if I must.Promise declared defiantly, tossing her crania pridefully. Suddenly, a surge of energy snapped through Promise, and she took off with a squeal, bucking and twisting like a silly foal. Calming a little, she eased into a graceful canter. Lord of Lights, but I need the excercise!Promise thought, jaded pupils gleaming euphorically. Spotting a fallen log at the edge of the glen, she straightened into a brisk gallop and flew towards the obstacle. It was not very high, almost four feet in height. As she drew near to the 'jump,' she gathered her delicate limbs and gracefully thrust herself into flight, soaring over the log with ease. Landing lightly, she turned and trotted around the obstacle. She then cantered over to a small stream and drank her fill, still waiting for what seemed never to come.

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Where are all the stallions? Am I so repulsive that you would not take me into your harem?Came the desperate cry from Promise's maw. It had been many weeks since she had first trodden on this accursed ground- enchantresses of lesser beauty, strength, and intelligence had come and went while she remained... I am like an evergreen tree in a field of flowers- they grow, blossom, and wilt whilst I remain alone, unchanging as the mountains! WHy must I be burdened with such a fate? For I am not really insane, not completely!Thought Promise fervently. Pacing restlessly, the porcelain angel attempted to make herself as noticable as possible- and still the growing panic in her shattered heart.

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OOC: This is rather sad...I've been here for almost an entire MONTH, and not one stag to visit miss Promise!

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ooc: -twiddles thumbs- siiiiiiiigh...

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ooc: -sigh-

[Chakka]

`E entered the lands and saw the small beauty..

lol sorry so short i have to go..bbl..

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As the now-alien scent of a patriot drifted towards Promise's nares, the ashen demoness snapped to attention. Her silken banner rippled slightly, teased by the caressing breeze. Deep, azure pools scanned the terra intently, yearning to match the seducing scent to a form. The faint semblence of hope that had risen in Promise's soul withered and died as the pearly angel once again recognised her solitude. It seemed that a life of solitude...and, yes, chastitude, was inevitable. A sigh escaped from Promise's maw. Feeling drowsy, the snowdusted minx dropped into a doze where she stood. Waiting, it seemed, could be tiring in itself.

Promise awoke from her daze with a start, and looked wildly around her. The desolate terra had become the porcelain enchantress's home, and her cerulean pools knew every detail of it. She scanned it each day, hoping to set her eyes on the form of a stag, any stag. Now, after a month of fruitless searching, the alabaster dame yearned ANY sort of company...Anything, anyone to keep me from going mad!Promise plead in her mind. The calm, peaceful terrace suddenly seemed ominous to the cloud-veiled nymph in her solitude. Wordless cries of desperation burst forth from her velveteen maw. Wild, pure fear entwined gracefully with misery, with faint hope weaving itself through her desperate pleas.

[Kye]

As the ecryption of the sunnery defined horizon had been caught,the silver crafted imagery set ablaze,his appendiths moving with a swift stride,his fleeing murmers errupting the piercing silence.His thunderous beats left marks of indentions in his trail,his azure luring chasms glancing 'round the topia quickly,eyeing the petite ess that now captivated his attention..

Hullo maiden,I be Kye.I come from the lands of Enmul.

He spoke boldly,he kept his phrasing short,unsure if his presence was of the wanted,he cooed quietly as he neared her,his plush outstretching in hopes of meeting hers,his scripts sprawling freely as the warm breeze engulfed its constant pressure around them,his pendulum wafting as it too flowed with the picking up flow of ghusts..

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As the sky's hue grew bloodstained with the rising Apollo, an ashen lioness awoke. I feel...witty...this morn. Maybe something shall happen. Shrugging the feeling off, Promise floated across the glen at an easy canter, enjoying the crisp wind caressing her chassis and weaving through her crimped tresses. As she reached the beginning of the lush forest, the dulcet tones of a patriot reached her orioles. Don't panic. Whatever happens, do not panic!Thought Promise as she pivoted. Composing herself, the pearly goddess glided across the lithosphere, dainty-seeming daggers barely adorning the dew-stained vegetation before embracing the air once more. As she approached the like-hued knight, the alabaster dove slowed to a trot, then prancing walk. Tiara flung high, auds pricked, she examined the noble stag before pacing forward to catch the czar's scent. Exhaling, Promise stated Greetings, Kye. Who are you, to approach one such as I? You are the first in a long time, my lord. My curse is Promise of Twilight, but most merely call me Promise. The ivory belle halted there, and waited for the brute to reply. She felt no nervousness now, but merely a sharp awareness, and a slight thrill...What would happen next?

[Kye]

he wimpered quietly to the lone bruja,a slowing lullaby sang out in attempt for soothing.he stepped forth swiftly,nosing her curvature gently,his oxygen generators heaving with the steadily heavy intake of her enticing fragrance.He nudged at her lightly,prancing at his current stance slowly,chattering quietly..

[museless..let me build up some good muse]

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||Can do! ;D Don't take anything Promise says personally...She's in a 'sharp' mood right now.