where am i? [apollo or spook]

[collisian]

as the jade of lush vegatation covered the rolling hills the flame kissed harlot moved across the terrace. just as the wind blew the blades of emerlds, as if it were a sea of green, the wind blew her tassels about her skullery. her pelt was its usual blood colored coat. the ivory down her hocks and facade was its casual shimering bright snowy white. the essa's oculars were as deep as ever and full of a blackness of beyond.

something confused her and left her nervous yet happy. how long had it been since she had seen Spook or Apollo? had it been too long where they would have forgotten about her; or moved on? or was this a chance to start over. she would only have these questions answered if one of the brutes she knew could explain it too her.

the contessa raised her mug to the atmos and released a fairly loud melody into the carbon surrounding her. she truely hoped it was Apollo who'd come for she seemed Spook would still be hurt or mad, or perhaps worse but at this point it wasn't as if she had a point.

slender mascu was carried down and up the hills upon long flints at gracefully moved her along the province. easedroppers pricked listening for either on of the jocks or any equine

[Tear.dr0ps]

Spook

Glancing from atop the mountians that overlooked then bloodthirsty creatures and the one ess that stood in the land alone. It had been long since last apperiance with her, and still yet he was angrey. How could she love a light? A dark was everything she wanted. Spook questiond why he had her join his band anyways, but he quickly remembered when he saw her in shame. He had fell in love with her. Cobwebs that stood still over his heart had broken from it's constant beating, but they grew back, and before long it was frozen, yet again, and his eyes became fog, and his movements swift. Hearing grand and cordnation as t had always been. He heard her thoughts it seemed, but he knew she wasn't thinking what he was. The way he saw her, and acted all mighty. This truly was ahappy ending for spook, a love was gone and his pathetic darkness had never overcome what he had want it to. Right now, he could end his life, by leaping off the side of the mountian. Coming down with the fource of gravity, and then slowly hitting the earth, and becoming a mtionless beast. But only lights did that sort of thing, in mourning over one lost. His stubborness had overcome himself, and he slipped silently away from the edge but into the shadows where he realmed most of his life.


Standing up straight with tense mucles, he gazed at the wrench witha glare that couldn't be broke. She wanted Apollo, not him, so he crept silently waiting, waiting for her to lure him in, before Spook would come around and speak.

[[Masque];;]

The bronc had been wandering the grassland. The hills moving up and down and the scene seemed to go on forever, until a familiar Melodie rung though the land. Constantine? Porcelain audicities flickered as his eyes twinkled. In some ways it seems like fait had brought him here for her, but in other ways it feels as if the devil was playing with his heart. Toying with his emotions. Or, could it be that god just had a sense of humor? The silver stallion moved forward, talons digging into the damp, Emerald-covered soil. Nostrils flared as he elevated himself off the earth. His soft steps barley making a sound in the muck. The mud splattered over his haunches and belly as he made his way toward the sound. A Melodie was let out as he called for Constantine. I'm comming... the song seemed to say as it traveled along the cool wind. It had been so long since he had seen Constantine. She was one who gave him many emotions, some he had never experienced and some that made him uncomfortable. Fear, happiness, uncertainty and Love? No, it couldn't be love. He had only met her once and they had only played and 'sides; She is dark and he lights. How would that work out? Not to mention her dark lover: spook. He wasn't very happy and harm could come to Constantine or himself if he loved her.

Paper thins flared as he caught the scent of the femmora, and Spook. Was it too late for him to tell Constantine how he felt? The stallions muscles tensed as he approached them. His large, dappled frame stopped. he was the largest out of all the equine, for he stood 17.2 hands. He was over sized, and lean. He had muscle but no body fat. It was a cursing, for his ribs stuck out of his almost seamless pelt. Mademe... He said, looking at Constantine, and bowing. His tone was drenched with emotion, and he wasn't afraid to show that he did care. The bronc looked to Spook, who didn't look to content.

[collisian]

<sub>her beating organ felt lighter with just the presence of the two familiar equines but it felt like it leaped when gentle vocals broke out. oculars rested on the silver bronc. she was in a trance almost though many would think it rediculous but it was just the wonderful feeling of knowing one close, one you wished to see every day, and one you never got bored to see.

had she gone so soft and blinded by the ways of lights that she had begun to feel for one? it was true she was always searching for a dark but now she felt something for a light? how could she possibably call herself a dark now? no matter what path she followed for the moment she was glad to be in the presence of the steed and even Spook if it made sense. she had come to know loneliness was her weakness or one out of many.

her crimson peltage glowed like that of bright fresh flames of a burning fire and muscles were in motion with each movement and each could be seen in beautiful detail under her thin pelt. serpantine arched in a greeeting somewhat similar to Apollo's but it remained mild bow, more of a weakier bow by the look of it.

'lo Apollo the melody was hard to release for her chords felt like they were stone or frozen, which ever one it may be it was hard to speak. dreadlocks covered a portion of her delicate features upon her facade but her visionaries were in sight as they rested upon the tall drake.

a glance was sent towards the shadows her facile features showed not real emotion but her eyes were in search of a glance of Spook. it was clear he was near but not in sight. she barely understood herself why there was now a conflict between the three of them or her and Spook, which ever you perfer to put it.</sub>

[Tear.dr0ps]

<sub>Scars of victory painted his bod. The throns opend new wonds upon his peltage, and that scar tissue tore with every extent of his muscles. Foal hood showed the brusies and the scars upon his legs, from the beatings of the humans, and the scar that covered his face, sreaked through his optic. His optic even then, couldn't be taken off of the wrench and the bronc, who stood together.

Lifting his pillars, his sly and silent approch came wandring out of the lurking shadow. His deep lyrics approched and finaly let out and became angrey and cold. I look into the eyes of the thing that you have made me, everyday, and i try to remember why i even felt that way for you, back then, and i relize now, it was just like a piece of paper blowing in the wind, just what ever blows it away takes it, and now i've seen, you are the piece of paper in the wind Constantine. His glare was soft but stood clear and straight into her own optics. His body tensed and became a ripping of muscles. His head was set, and jaw was tightly. Flat teeth were clenched, but his ears never moved from the relaxed postiton. He watched the silver brute and peered into his eyes. Looked up and down at him, and turned away. Spook walked to the rived and drank the flowing water that borderd the valley that they now stood in.</sub>

[[Masque];;]

Muscles never tensed, as ears never moved from their upright position. His large, calm optics just observed Spook and listened to the harsh, accusing words that rasped out of his bloody maw. The warloch shifted his glace to Constantine who stood listning to Spook. He's being jealous.. he thought, trying to think it to the mare but knew it wouldn't help. The stag opened his maw to argue with the jealous dark but then he walked away to the river. He shut his mouth, looking back to constantine. He stepped backward.

Constantine, Do not take what he says to offence.. he managed to say with a breath of cool oxygen. His tones where sympatetic but rough and raw. Apollo felt bad, he had made one Equine, although a dark, hurt. He took away his love and now Constantine wasn't happy because Spook wasn't. This whole thing was his fault, and quite frankly good 'ol logical Apollo had no idea how to fix this one. Apollo's chocolate orbs shifted to Spook once again. What was the point of him saying this just to walk away?

[collisian]

audits rested against the belle's skullery as they caught the lyrics of Spook. she ignored them or at least tried for this whole situation was mixed up. she felt bad for Spook but how did he really know how she felt about Apollo? it was a mystery to her but some how he had guessed right on target.

dark visionaries swifted to the silver steed. thank you his words were somewhat of comforting. where was she to go now? she was tied in a knot. her attention turned to Spook as her mug parted allowing her chords to release vocals. i'm sorry Spook, but i don't see my future with you. she'd choosen to go with Apollo of coarse only if he'd have her that is.

[[Masque];;]

Maybe it was the way that she stood, looking at Spook. Or maybe it was how she looked into his own eyes. Or maybe it was because, he had just realized that he really did love her. But whatever it was, it made him begin to sweat. His heart thumped inside of his breast as his head bowed down. Auds flipped to the side as his eyes shot down to the ground. All logic was lost as he looked back up at the beautiful mare; she wanted him. Constantine wanted Apollo. The stallion had just won. No he won nothing, Constantine wasn't a prize. Apollo kept something. He got to keep a part of his heart that, if she had left, would be forever ripped out. The stallion was silent as he soaked it up. He wasn't excited, in fact he was more nervous then excited. Looking from the outside in, you would not see this stallions feelings. His eyes still had that logical look, as his body stood tall. The only thing out of place was the sweat that began to form on his flanks.

Constantine.. He managed to say with a gasp of air. m'lady, mlo- he paused himself. love. His tone was airy, and quite. He would be surprised if she even heard it. Tale as old as time. Forbidden love, a fragile yet deadly thing. Dark and light come together and find an understanding. A deep bond is formed, a forbidden bond is formed. Cool oxygen was inhaled by paper thins as he stood, looking at Constantine. Shall we dance?

[collisian]

<sub>the crimson vixen's beautiful facade held that of a lovely smile as her oculars gazed upon the vanilla steed. she didn't se much reaction in his emotions by her words but she didn't really expect to; atleast not much. she never reacted dramaticly herself perhaps it was because she feared drama, sometimes was afraid to deal with it; not now. Apollo made it feel smooth, easier.

catching the drake's mumbled lyrics she listened more carefully. listening to his last vocals her facile features brightened a bit more. you lead the dance, ....m'love the last words were caught in her throat but they were managed after a few seconds.

her muscular serpantine was arched in a graceful manner and her pistons were ready to carry her at any speed and in any type of motion she desired.</sub>


ooc: terrible post, sorry

[Tear.dr0ps]

(i am toolazy to post casue i have no muse for him any longer, her will be back sooner than later but is leaving for a while.)

[[Masque];;]

ooc[ Whoa, that was lame though. ]

[Tear.dr0ps]

ooc: huh?

[[Masque];;]

ooc [Nevermind XD I are just being a dork, as always.]