time runs out

[Weiry]

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time. how patiently wasting away before our eyes. endless seconds stroking the hours, days. how could you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand.. there is no going back. the delay of life never seems to move on, though it speeds past our eyes with such swiftness. there are some things time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep. this was my case. my story. why should we be forced to decide when to pause and take in every detail of every moment, and let it savor your feelings? like a fish out of water we gasp for breath, hoping not to die alone, though we know time has aged us. there is nothing to be feared except fear itself..perhaps death takes a nerving part in our weary minds. time will decide.. can you knoqw when to stop living connaturally and consider the results? there are some who deserve death..and there are some who deserve to live. can you give it to them?

as time went by with each passing moon, hoofbeats chimed to the seconds of life. pounding like rock upon earth, trembling the bitter feeling of that afternoon. her locks dangled losly upon her optics, carefully placing each feature within her vision. ah. free at last. how lovely this feeling had come to her before. but now was no time to consider the beauty of the earth. the scenery that touched the heart. no. this was the piercing blade that run through her flesh, cutting deeper with each stride. it painfully edged through her hide, threatening.. always. this feeling..this torment..would it end? for the slow decay of time had not overcome this b.itch, oh no, her hell had only begun. why did she keep going..why did she go on. death would take her in many years time, but the aching in her heart was strong. death seemed too far away. like a parent that abused their child she felt alone, frightened. scared that any move would cause her more pain..more suffering. weeping for it to stop ever on, pleading the afflict would vanish in a seconds time. but it did not stop to take in the view. the knife kept digging into her, daring her to take another step..anguish had wasted her and now take in the result. cut me, shun me, whatever you please. but this b.itch would feel no guilt.. she would feel no pity for herself. it was pity she had ended up this way, it was pity that this was her fate. but had she paused to ask why? never.

as her talons hit the barren, dried grasses, a sence of fear slipped slowly up her spine. lanterns glared into the abyss, was this her earth? did she belong? acceptance into the world was only a fourth of her strength.. for they did not know the truth. the bitter acid that boiled inside her core. this had not yet been unleashed. her tassles and bod sordid from traveling so far and from such an unspeakable domiciliate..pelt smeared with hell's rath. this was nothing. visage overlooked the valley, swaying grasses unaware of their entruder. in the distance, equine grazing happily and merrilly to the perfect day. ha. fools. she dispised them. discusted with the light ones' greed for perfectness. her mind was poisoned with scences of the filthy ones', shunning the equine that did not fit their needs for beauty and heavenlyness. the tormented souls of the shadowed world were the ones who deserved the earth..thriving lights did not respect any others that did not act like them. nonetheless, she wasn't one of them. she would never be. it was like separating peanut butter and jelly, then trying to combine them once again after the bread is eaten between them. this was their world. lights and darks, separated..then trying to combine them with no similarities between beleifs or ways. it was messed up. all bonds of fellowship.. broken.her limbs trotted slowly down the presipice, dragging as her frame moved on, like a weight tying her down. heart dropping like a dead body. why had she come? even the wisest could not tell. as emancipated as her life had become, all she could say was that she was used to it by now.

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[Beltran]

I come from afar
Hearing pleads to the heart
Share my pain
Release your sorrow
I hold the stopwatch
Tick Tock
Make it stop
Love me


Lone trail wound it's way across the Plains, leaving no stone left unturned. He came. But another trail had wrapped it's way into his very being, shaking his inner core. All that had been known, understood, was now thrown out the window. The minxen race had one against him, and he craved them. Lusted for the attention of a bella. Of course all such oddities would be forgotten in the morning, when all of her reeking odors had disspersed from his nostrils. Then peace would return to him. But until then? Surely one fem existed in these parts which desired their opposite tonight? So he found himself tracking yet another on the same night, this time he wouldn't fail. Peds creeped atop the topography, russet frame glowing lightly on the winter's dark. Thorns laced his crania, standing at attention for any new sounds, to drift occasionally to their peaks. Don't fret, her location is merely unknown as of now. No time to panic, simply expand your searchings. The sooner you find her: the sooner the fun can begin again. Slits widened as her silhoette was spotted several hundred yards away. Sly grin pasted itself top parted velveteens, another pearly bruja, what luck! Swift jog brought the beige one to her side in moments, casual glance attempted for her sake. The lows of life had not yet befallen the young prince, sorrow was unknown to him. Sheilded he was, by that of his sire and dame, fun the only meaning to his young life. But anguish did seem to trend the ess before him, much like Fajera. Deja Vu perhaps? Or was tonight some twisted reality one can never escape nor comprehend. Only throw an attempt out at it's conquering.

Peds danced lightly beneath rounded barrel, excitement growing in his young heart. Such follies as names could be avoided for the time being, for he had other ideas as for her courting. Dive in. Take a swim. Better yet, a walk on the wild side. Curiousity overwhelmed Beltran, a trait soon to be displaced as the morn neared breaking point. The winds of change were upon the land, he could feel it with every fiber of his being. Come now, dance with me. He tugged softly, but with hidden urgency on her cords, optics filled with glee. He craved her. Her beauty, her bod, he yearned to know more. An unattended fire raged wild within, could she put it out? Or be the one to heat things up...Flimsy whipcord held limp within it's position, the nights exertions to much for the threads. Harvest moon illuminated her radiant self, to be woven in the patch of light the duo stood in, surrounded by the swaying grasses gracing their hocks. Crooning, stag glanced her way, title still unbeknownst in both cases. Quick round brought Beltran around maiden frame, to see again her brilliant beauty.

Don't you dare walk away. Brute nudged her withers on the second go-round, an attempt to rouse her from whatever was currently on her mind. Be awakened! Shriek announced from his parted kissers, to further deaden the silence already falling upon the early morning. Mocha optics serveyed the domain, any signs of disruption to end at his command. Then he turned back to the fox, waiting for her response to his somewhat flirtatious summonings. Mayhaps you didn't understand the first time. Awaken! Vocals remained silent, unspoken words yet to be said.

[Weiry]

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ah, how nice. a sweet little visitor. never. this brute that had come about so abruptly..a joke? though he seemed quite nice. daggers were lifted from the ground in a playful rear, her young self coming into play. could her lanterns be seeing true? had this handsome stag found her? ha. funny. this must be a joke. a riddle. a game. a well, all the better to seem interested..maybe give the stag what he wants..fun. tease me yound one, for I am no mare. a yearling I may be, but why shall this stop us? a playful nip wasp lanted upon the stallion's withers, returning his mood. silver tassles were thrown from side to side, whipping againt her crest as the femma sped to the deamon's side, auds perched atop her poll like towers. listening intently..his every breath. his heart's every pulse. she could feel his ambiton, his need for fae. this entertained her. swishing dock swayed side to side like a clock's dial. lifting as the scent of heat drifted from her to the brute's nares. ah. sweet pleasure. this stag had been unmasked. his emotions, his feelings, had come out of hiding and were revealed in vain to the fem. so this was his game, was it? perfect. maybe she shall tease. no. too harsh on the young stag. smirk displayed upon her mug instantly, feeling a jolt of hormones. why, this was her game too, was it not?

pistons pranced around the stag's frame, it was her turn now. nipping at his rump as her bod came across his mass, the femma nickered under her breath playfully. why not now? they could have a bit of fun, couldn't they? no mate to tend to now, no rules to break..this was her way. her life. her love. could he speak? if thy does, speak now fair one, for I desire to hear your vocals. brawny yet sleek the stags frame stayed put, perhaps this was too young and immature for him? ha. then deal with it bastard. think of why you came, was it not my scent that drove you here? your crazing insides swirling with lust for my innets? oh, what fun. keep to yourself, stag, no need to get dirty with Weiry around. my dousing of scent is too much for you, perhaps? withstand the ambition, brute. I may be young and full of heart for love, but with your stallion ways you will never suplot me. do you fear me, stag? am I too much for you? ha. this is pleasure. as her barrel made contact with his along his side, the femmas daggers dabnced among grasses and weeds. everthing seemed quiet now, only the two 'quine beneath heaven's rays. flicking streamer landed breifly upon his spine, swaying away in the blink of an eye. reaching his muzzle at long last, the fae halted. orbs gazed deeply into the others, penetrating with a soft light glowing within them. her test. could he withstand her gaze? her attraction? her theme rides? 'twas not a form of tease, but of knowing. had he been revealed? surely he would never desire for her to know his amusment.

as her deep gaze saw through his, the fae thought of numerous ideas. did this stag come to play, to fool around? or were his intentions different than her knowing? perhaps the amusement of her scent had driven him in any case, and his thoughts on her personality were ruined. whatever the case, this fae didn't care. as long as she had someone around, she was content. satisfied. none had ever really taken her seriously, perhaps this young brute was different. for them both being of young ages, this could mean thrill. thoughts swirled inside her brain, ideas echoing agianst walls. this could be her chance..her wonder. shall I explore him? shall I taunt him?

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[Beltran]

Seconds go by
Still I haven't known thy
Well enough to see
Inside you and me
We're the same
The same being

so. you agree on one thing at least, my fling will continue into the morning. Fajera. So much we could have shared, pity really, your rejection. Ah well, there's always tomorrow is there not? Grim lift was brought to the corners of his clamped velveteens, momentarily defying gravity as the feeling was sent about his frame. Shiver of excitement felt as the cool minx tenderly reached for that of his own steamy bodice. For though winter had reached it's icy fingers into the heart of Equusoul, Beltran was hot with the rapid pulse of his own heartbeat, adrenaline pumping with the height of his feelings. Now now, don't be too rough. Delicate stride brought the bronc nearer her side, to place oh-so-tender plucks upon her side, tension growing 'tween the two 'quines. You try and flee...your games are futile. It was just his luck was it not? Every young buck's finest dream. To be admired, each wandering eye of spare minx's placed upon you. To be wanted. Chord whisked in mock suprise at her touch, fanning across her croup in various shades of darkened hues. Smirk once again returned to zipped mug, playful buck given at her command. Free of reality, destined for something more. Free of all bonds, all holdings. He could do as he wished. Don't leave me alone my pearly dove, wrap your wings of yearning around my mind.

Listen to me now
Hear the hounds howl
Those demons nestled inside
Rid thee!
Come dance in the flames of revelation

Fishing for love in all the wrong places? Perhaps you were meant for more, something above the night scene. Your just a rogue scoundral. Gaze met hers in a death-lock between souls, an exchange of the misconception he had attempted to penetrate at first. Optic to optics, heart to heart, how desperate is it not? Or is it simply a call, a plea to him. To show me what your made of. Visage intercepted the porcelain doll, aggressive stance to be attained. I am no trite prize minx. Treds embarked upon the velveteen quagmire, atmos warming with the first rays of morning, to be thrown across the nonchalant environment almost artistically. As a painter's unfinished pallete, the vivid colors lit up the scene, almost too light for one with such dark an innerd. Tormenting scent reached his quivering nostrils once more, spinning his mind off again, to set off his instincts as well. Dome reached her petite frame, slinking towards her raised dock for more of the intriguing fragrence. A name mayhaps? Before this went any further...than it already had of course. "Beltran". Maiden could decide whether her reply would come straightforth or not. One more ecstatic nip was stroked atop her silken boa, his own tendrils stroking his russet appex in delicate manueavers.

I ^still hear ^you in ^the dead ^of morning

ooc: wow. the saddest looking post ever known to rp history. lol. try not to be ashamed XD

[Weiry]

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now now, don't get fiesty young Beltran. i did not amuse you for your own good you see. torso rounded on the brujo and collided with his own flesh. she could be rough, too. peck of her velvets against his aperture sent his muzzle to the foggy winter air with surprise. ha. no need to be a control freak my friend. oh but what is this? her towers lay forward with a snap. a dubbance? oh how nice, he had a name. as his icy breath reached her crescents the fae swished her plumage left to right. pondering his words. Beltran. it was fairly nice sounding. yet seemed as though the devil raised the brute himself. cute..but i think you'll find mine better. it sounds as though sun may have kissed my hide, but its past is not of lightness and glee. Weiry it be..sound hyper? sound too much for you to handle? ha. I'll let you decide.
Weiry. she anounced after a pause. Let it soak into your towers, brute. let it ring inside your obscure brain forever. remember it always. ah yes, Weiry. It sounds as though we speak of verbs. yes, I can be weiry. ha ha. the dubbance performs itself. no need to continue, for your mind can already tell of my personality once I speak the five-lettered word. scared? excited? you should be. her light and fluffy tone seemed to scare the atmosphere as the lyrics escaped her kissers. did this declair me as a light-hearted one? I think not. far from it I would hope you to asume.

pistons one again lifted from the hard earth and danced to his side, halting near his withers was the fae's cranium. her velvetly muzzle layed itself atop his spine and a small nip was planted upon his withers. again swishing her plume, the fae's nares then moved to the demon's barrel and halted there, at mid-level. her orbs were focused upon his, the whites of Beltran's eyes trying to look in her direction. foolish brute I am too much for you. dare to try and handle me, for I am slippery in your grasp. her bod faced the same direction as his, rump planted against his own chocolate one. a shake of her mane and the fae turned once again to his gaze, Beltrans crania rounding on her that instant. what would be his reaction? a rounding of his hips and a snap of his lips? she hoped not. ah, but what was she to fear? Weiry..losing her nerve? nah. never. what was this game we were playing anyway? I didn't know the rules. please explain them to me so we can play fair, Beltran...
whisking her ivory pendalum about his hide the fae stepped slowly to up to his chest. the heat of his bod penetrated off him, like steam it pressed into the fae as she neared him. winter had come, yes, although she did not feel it. shaggy her pelt would become, the thick hairs protecting her from winter's chill. ah, she did not need this. already the heat of Beltran had warmed her..protect me. keep me in your grasp. her heart yearned for more of his devilish ways. his secretive mind seemed to ever hold things from her exposed one. had he revealed himself? I think not. his heart, as black at midnight, kept to itself. this was what she liked. or was it? true was the fact that they had just become 'aquainted', though Weiry already felt attached to him as they stood eye to eye in the thickening fog of night. what was this? did his heart feel the same..

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[Beltran]

I'm feeling you now
Secure in my grasp
Perhaps you wanted more
Mayhaps you desired less
Your thoughts remain hidden
Yet at my touch
You open as a leather-bound book
Mysterious, mystical and such


So. You want this to continue into the early hours of morn? You don't know me, yet you center yourself in front of my gaze. You flounce about...yet my intentions are unbeknownst to your auds. I am a free bird. Willing to up and fly away upon will, leaving those grounded in my fleeing wake. Are you prepared to handle this reality ess? Are you? Long gaze of desired minx was brought to his mind, senses reeling in her intoxicating scents. How you tempt me. Peck felt upon his appeture sent him into a wave of shock, pupils dialating for her own victorious good. Grunt emitted as he was brought to her side, careful to attempt a few bumps upon her ashen hyde. Boa constricted to feignt worry as silent streamer collected atop her rump at it's prior position. Towers laced his mascu skull, aware now of her every movement, every breath rattling through her lithe frame. She was his voodoo doll, his living charm bracelet. Wind me, I play the most beautiful music. Mocking smirk appeased Weiry, rounding about her frame once more, to be replaced in his former position. Dock raised excitedly, sly facade snaking towards her exposed length as final touches were iced on. My sweet, sweet one. Lids fluttered closed, then reappeared ablaze, fire eating away all hope remaining for a calm take. She would be pleased, this, this Weiry. Aggressive stance she refused? Ah but that's no fun, not for the ruffian that was disguised by his charming princely appearance. Is this what you really want my dear? To dance in my flames, to be afire for the rest of your days? Prepare to be scorched. Chuckle arouse from deep within his bulky cavern, the height now breached for his containment. If she wished to take this any futher, her prize would be great. Not himself, but with the devotion came a heavy price tag. Flounce brought him in front of the devilish maiden, to stare her down, my prey. I am the hunter, you may tempt me with your secrets, but sooner or later, the arrow shall find it's mark. I choose to play no longer, make your choice now and our games can continue. Peds churned the earth beneath, showing no mercy for it's well-being nor upkeep. The emerald stalks were buried beneath a dusting of frozen aqua, fresh-fallen from the night before. Already the winter was showing signs of speeding up, icy winds bit at the eques bods, sending tendrils and streamers flailing. Her course coat shrugged off the frigid zephyrs, consuming his own heat in almost-catlike fashion. Sunlight filtered solemnly through the leaves of the foliage surrounding the Plains. A frosty storm was approaching, and yet the sun still remained, not obstructed from the dull, grey clouds that loomed large on the horizon. Monochromatic colors of the season bored many a 'quine, 'sides Beltran, whose persona fit that of the cold. Weiry. He rolled the name off his tongue experimentally, frame fatigued from the night's journeys. Terribly sorry lass, but my limbs are nearing the ground in all their fratility. First Fajera, the Spanish dame, and now the hyper vertical bod of Weiry, well suited to her calling. Both so intriguing, filled with their own strengths and weaknesses, and yet one shined above the other. The minx before himself, she was the one. Or one. Either perspective it was examined and she was the best choice. But what was her opinion? Auds awaited her flirtatious tones, for teasing was all good and fun, but reality was just as important. Her tones he had not yet heard, the choir of angels humming gloriously within her porcelin frame. Radiance. Divine femm, speak to me now, cry out for me. Final nudge was placed upon her cheek, lanterns searching for a sign, of any, to show that he had won. Not to be mistaken, with of course her, but mainly her heart. You my dear, are the reason there is now a glow in my soul.



Your time runs short
Speak now precious one
For you are my gem
Diluted by the darkened sun
Radiance speaks volumes of the heart
But are you here to give it
Or tear it apart?

[Weiry]

like a volcano errupting from the depths of the earth, her core flamed with intense want. oh yes. you were the one my fiesty little friend. ah, but should you know that just yet? flicking streamer darted 'cross her hinds as the young maiden whistfully brought herself to his side, barrel against barrel. ignoring his sweet peck upon the cheek the fae rested herself on his withers, watching intently the flickering of Beltran's auds. for a moment she was amused with his towers swivling to get a better tone of her voice about to errupt from her throat. a strange expression glued itself to her face and the femma spoke light words like that of a dove, yet powerful in all their silent tone. "Young stud, why do you caress my thoughts with lust and want? You come here seeking me with ambition, yet your actions tell me not of which you desire for me to become. Tell me now, Beltran, why shall I listen to your beckoning mind?" her lyrics rolled from her velevts, watching his orbs intently as she spoke every word. her cranium layed upon his spine, her towers resting. I am not afraid of your responce. come, show me what you have to offer..

a heavy blow came from her nostrils as the fae stood casually in the coming cold. streamer whipping at her hocks, short, smokey mane dancing atop her crest. was this not perfect? she felt alive as her bod drew closer to his, warmth of Beltran's hide creeping up and through her veins with every second. she needed him, she did not care for any others that may pass her by. take me with you, Beltran, I care not if I be treated poorly. make me your servant, whatever you like, but I will never leave your heart. nor will you leave mine. my mind dances with images and thoughts, when can my prophecies come true? make them for me, Beltran. the seconds drag on, now, my soul awaits your answer. let it tumble from your velvets and spill into my heart. how I yearn for more between us, even though we have barely met. I want to learn more of your ways, I stand quietly for you. I may be a young and fiesty mare, but I could show you a thing or two. trust me, Beltran, do not let your heart decide otherwise. with a black mind and evil thoughts we can rule this place called earth. show the others what it means to be together..the meaning of our lust for each other. trust me, Beltran, I won't let you down. like a foal I follow you, but with the strength of stallion do I stand alone. trust me, Beltran...

but do not disapoint me.

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[Beltran]

ooc: will reply tonight after teh dance luff. so we can scheme...lol