Kye and Class. awaiting a better title.

[Classic Touch]

femme ambled in, stiffening as each step sifered pains, dome swaying with each movemnt. Grunting as the femme did so. Rougen ooids scanned the outskirts of terran. Awaiting the bruthen. Awaiting Beating nor praise. Locks had shaken, entraglements matted 'top appandix as femme halted. Ceacing before reaching within the core of loam. Hymming lightly as furred mug inspected under barrel. Cage remained same shape before the pair had united. Though hocks remained sliced and swollen.

[Kye]

with hesitance, the russet charger emerged,movements swift,unseeable nearly. he hobbled quickly to the femme, cleansing her cuts inflicted by the breeding[his scythes round her],lapping at them carefully,gingerly. He nosed at her slightly rounded and large barrel, noticing a slight ridge in growth, ahh, the blessings begin. he nosed around her mold, checking the dove for wounds, haulting momentarily at her waving plushen, his nadars expanding gruffly with her still bound scent that still lingered with her previous heat. oh, the temptations. though these made him only stronger, more immune to what he wanted not to force. he rumbled quietly, resuming his search for any wounds. gently strung hymn now passed through his parted cumbrous, nosing at her tendrils gently, pressure light.

our dance shall continue,
the fire sparking within me and you.
our souls never to part,
broken never shall be your heart.


A pace was taken, surveying the surrounding lands for any source of harm or creature that would,by and chance, might intend murderous deeds to either of the couple. He cooed quietly, satisfied by his work.ah, none but they were present. he strode about, his strides taken with confinement in each pace. he called back to the femme, soon to burst into a lolling canter, a lazy gait. his cage heaved lightly as he went along, bounding over the plentiful hillery that lay so helpless before him. with a caged energy unleashed, he surged into a sprint, weaving through the longated stalks quickly, his appendiths moving in a rapidly blurry fashion..

greenery,
nature's finest gold,
her hardest hues to hold.

[Classic Touch]

Femme shifted uneasily, furred grubbers tracing the hes outlines. Moaning lightly as pressure had relised only to remain 'top swelled notions. Nymph grunted, mold feverishly skimming the quagmire as chassis dodged the bruthens rough nudges. Daintly flora dyed cloak had returned by the broncs side. Lightly, weights had lent 'pon shoulder blade. braces inching uneasily as apature skimmed the duckes in attempts of kisses. gesturing merly before appandix had elevated in comfetable stance. asway in lulls, minimul nibbles escaped to tug along scarred locks of the brute. Grayed tones smothered tranquel sinery. Harkening each tone, Each meland in blank fashion. Bolding gloss was hidden in occuli, liddids fluttering before devoring all distinct sight. Elegant mask merly swaying as the belle did so. Mesh snug agenst the steeds foreside. Alas, Home.
Humbling sigh lifted bod, zeiths flickering and swooping, catching each moment from lithe form. Mellow audios ceaced. prodding mindlessly 'top feathered creast of the stud, hind coacked in aqward cow legged manner, Continuing her daze. Ah, how the summers drove broncs mad, oxygenators flared in contact to check of remaining scent. It remains. Ahh, so hes not so foolish. Dome had replemished 'top the hes spinal barrier, retinas reappearing momentarily. Rougen ooids peered at the bronc. Oh no, quite quick he is. doll had continued, contomplating with herself. Ahhh the disiares of a bronc.....

annoyed mummble escaped as appandix was tossed skybound at erruption of the bronc, slight snort sort bellows escaping as she had remained in her postion. Eyeing the he dance warily, apature waddling vigeriously before motioned in place. A dance, Twas not the time. A dance would only follow glee with pain.

suppose you know your dear dear femme

with this she spoke afar, though each lyric had toned within mutlen terran, now overeduating dear dear...

has made yet another foolish mistake. Shes delt with the dark royals, and plans to trade our wee

nymph ran gingerly down barrel, quivering lightly at her own placings. recoiling as she continued

for pierre. hmmm, you best warn her, that job will be harder then expected. Though it quite seems to me Deux has been certian to harm her. I suppose your going to dissapear to get her back....again

doll winced slightly. Pains had returned. This time stronger, harder, Worse. Femme had muttered below meland of outskirts from surrounding terran. Lone fore pawing lightly to keep in anticipation. perfect timing. joval feathers escaped 'top facade. Ha, just when that sl*tty nymph was to attempt a steel. But he wouldnt know. Not yet....

almost time
And i await

Await the momement when the clock runs out
Await for blessing nor beating
I await.

Weigh your facts
Double Check
Dont take the wrong move now

If you wake up in the morn and one is gone
Double check, double check










yesh yesh, tayo jst gave birth and you bred to class just after. imma wait a few days and then pwoof

[Ebra]

[ OoC - so nosey, but you two should really be posting longer. youre the king and queen of lights. come on now - xoxoxo tayoh. ]

[pierre]

tay,git. my post isnt done.you know my posts are usually long [half glares]

[Kye]

o.o atali was going to WHAT?!?!?!?!?

[Ebra]

[ ha. watch it -growls- youve been getting on my nerves lately with this erg. ]

[Kye]

^^ I have been getting on your nerves? [shakes head and wonders away]

[Ebra]

- make that a homemade super glare. rawr.

[Kye]

[pounces on Tayo mayo and messes up hair like a monkey] HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! RAWRRRRRRRRRRRR

[Kye]

merh

bic:

His flowing cascades of a russet dullness anchored his crest, weighing his nape with their damp ritual. His chasms remained to be seen as a chalky scenery, a capped mountainous view tinged within his seekers threshold. Small wimpers frequently heard, bellows soon to follow. His calls were gentle in the attempt to soothe himself, other than to soothe others. Self soothing was a task he had yet to master, the technique absent within his small thinkings. Atali was gone, indeed. Death. He bellowed harshly, how foolish Atali was, he had told her it would end with her death, no? indeed, many times he warned her to keep from Pierre and the dark lord and his countess. His aperature shook lightly, how foolish. She led herself to her own death, a suicidal trap that was meant for him. His schizms held a misty glaze, mourn. He cooed out loudly, his mourn presented to all in a saddened fashion. HIs aparatis thrashed hotly atop his arched perch, his sullen mood brisk.

Let my mourn touch you not,
for tis my own depressed ink blot.
My burden of sadness.
Let it reside not on your shoulders.

He ambled slowly, sidling to the femme, his gallant queen. It indeed saddened him to be forced to drag her with him through the dreary time, though not all is perfect,no? His plush burried itself within her locks, nosing at the tender flesh of her curved barrier. his song continued, droning tones centered the canvas of his work.

Indeed, I have heard..I apologize..

The masqu's words were quiet, near unheard of. His final notes were eerie, lingering within the tipped acoustics of the he. Revenge? Perhaps later, for the plot was to be unfolded, plotted itself it needed be. He struggled to remain gentle, though he wished greatly to lash, to run, to rid of the morbid thoughts of the femme's death, though he refrained. The brisk breeze gently whirled unseen particles around the hovering modules, nusging repeatedly at the queen's whithers, un-needed warmth radiating from his meshed textile. His whiskers gently trickled over her hyde with a tickling notion. His attempts to be jolly were desperately performed, though barely any cheerfulness was sought out.

I wish nothing more,
than all other than my mate to leave me be,
to let us live in peace.
Have we violated any?
To cause us such pain?

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His curvature arched, a delicate form. what? what had the patron done to deserve this brutality from the breaches of those darker? Ah, whatever the cause may have been, it would have had to be a major offense to the dark lord and lady, for the outcome was of dreadful, their intentions cruel. His mold cast against hers gently, his hyde brushing against that of the femme's, a fine blend were their continuous hues. The pools beneath his seekers lay murky, an unseen plot to be read, to be presented when the time was right, when it was least expected..

[Classic Touch]

eerie groans escaped trambling jailes. Quivering daintly as bronc had begain nibbling temptations. Flaxen physique swaying as hazey mellow ooids ceaced rest 'top bologerious bod of the he. nymph continued soothing croons, furred velveteen surfacing benieth matted entanglements. Dentals curried circles 'top bruthens spinal barrier, agrevation trudging with it. Florial dyed tincture blandly swaying with the atmos.

and one is lost
buried benieth an ocean of doom

whiskered mug prodded at the duckes own, traveling from one point to another. Nibbling mindlessly, feverishly. Erruptance lured closer, apature merly swaying as meland had evaporated within atmopshere before escaping. Plushen relesing whistles as femme shuffled closer, mold limp along the others. doll had no respect for the decessed, but of the pain in which she had caused. Attempts of murder, Ah.....amazing how long she lasted. Figureen swayed alongside the hes bordersiding, Turners fiddling to repress her own hearence of appoligy.

Gental caress of a muzzle
soft little whimpering neigh
stonger then words to awaken
memorys wonderious array
Measures can fathom the ocean
Reckon the swiftness of light;
Where is the standard
for sorrow?
Where is the standered for right?
Where is the meter of sadness
Gaunting the greif of good-bye
Bid to a favotire hunter?
What is the depth of a sigh?
Standereds of measure are futile,
Vain is the effort to tell
Only the one who has felt it
Plumbs the full depth
of fairwell.
One loving pat in the stable
One little catch at the heart
One little sorrowing silent
Kiss of two spirits that part
-written by P.G.R. Benson (this made me cry when i first saw it

berly autable tones escaped porciline doll, muffled crys escaping tuners. Invisible brow veered and knotted, slippery with acostics. Cooing lightly in emotional sear.

Come Come dear, Dont apoligize. You saved her plenty enough times.

chocila chronicales held pepper hue, plump chassis swaying with each movement. Ah, and soon he shall forget. And be blessed with the royal linings

Soon we will be vonerable
Soon to protect
Soon to plot in return of the cursed.
Soon.... everyone shall forget.

[Kye]

He cooed quietly, the mourn settling as a thickened fog around the patron, his chains rippling at his arched curvature. His tarp quivered lightly at the various touches of the she. His chasms bore a wary glaze, his thoughts not of the present, but of the past, had he mistreated Atali?Or had an unseen force driven her to the depths of the dark lands? for whatever reason, it provoked his envy for revenge, proved she was indeed foolish as she had said her self. His sadness had yet to come to its extent, the thoughts of the lost femme quaking within his racking cerebrum highly. His apratis tilted slowly, his seekers burried within the she's tendrils, forming a dark cape over the bronc's visiage..

Could you bed me down with kindness,
on the soft sweet words of love..

Could you ride me in Man's finest,
with hands light as a dove..

Could you teach me with old wisdom,
By the laws of just and fair?

Could you be my friend forever,
with a trust so true and rare..

Could you meet me on the morrow,
with grasses green and sweet..

Could you free me without sorrow,
On the plains of loam and wheat..

Could you say farewell with honor,
on the day my life is through..

And remember me forever,
as I shall remember you?

Gentle coos slipped from his diaphragm as his scuppers parted,skimming his skis over the hyde of her nape. a mournful lullaby began, his seekers never leaving their fortress of her tendrils' protection. His module shivered lightly,his pelt of richened russet twitching ever so lightly. His pendulum whisked this way and that, thoughts to regather to that of the present. was it the time to mourn? of course, the death of his beta had he endured, paining the bronc with a deep course of sadness, his heart seemingly tore, straight down the middle.

I so gladly split my throne into two,
half for me,
half for you.

Indeed, his throne had been sliced, half for each, king and queen. warily, he untucked his visiage from her chains. His probiscus tossed hotly about within the humid air, the warmth of the atmosphere was unwanted, he wanted coldness. He wanted to have to snug up to the femme, to spread one anothers warmth, he wanted to be cold. His thoughts were quite jumbled, unsure of what to do with the scenario he now faced. and what had his queen thought of his queer behavior lately? had it pained her as well?

They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,
As they close their eyes forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound,
On silver wings they fly.
A million white horses,
Against the blue sky.
Look up into heaven,
You'll see them above.
The horses we lost,
The horses we loved.
Manes and tails flowing,
As they gallop through time,
They were never yours- they were never mine.
Don't cry for the horses,
They'll be back some day.
When our time is gone,
They will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker?
Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses,
Love the ones that are here.

[Kye]

brb..gonna go get my pop from the truck

[Classic Touch]

-gasp- that manes and tail flying thing....I had to memorize that for 5th grade -sigh- I cried the first time i read that too. Im such a sucker

Quizzical expression had rushed 'top blanet facade. Chariter of the femme dulled just done as the hes.Coaled dome held on its threshold, croons escaping comfertably as furred topbelt (a word? I dont know....sounded cool though ) of another had shoved benieth canopy of matted locks. Attempts of rattling appandix took its toll as warmth had dissaturated. Occuli boren confused silver hue, seekers swooping in dissarange. Plushen to mold and prod at the broncs lithe form. Pepper hued retnias scanning dyed complexion of the ducke as braces shuffled benieth plump mold to escape thrashing of the others crani. Trilogy of muffled crys to slip. Hes turned me useless this one has. Madly insane. And yet, I like it. Chassis swayed with moeratly grown barrel, halting with minimul fuss as apature shook daintly and decressed 'top its comfertable elevation. bottem jail leaning lightly 'top feathered chrest. Femme shuffled lightly, subduining muffled tugs of pleeds. Heeding to each movement of the other. Atali didnt deserve him, she had used him. That scondrell had no right to caus him pain. Oxygenators flared in exhail, plump cage intracting as she did so.

I dare you.
Dare you once again to use him.
Dare you caus pain again?
And you shall live through hxll
Over and Over
I dare you.
dare you too return
to reunite All the chaos caused
Dare you too relive everything
Ill make you.

Short post......