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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Oct 1, 2006 16:27:34 GMT -5
The brute came in on a beat of memories and aloneness. He knew his love was lost forever and acepted it. He had before and he does now. He'd broke his promis. He'd killed what was left of him, and was now alone. But with that he'd always be that way! He let out a call of claim on his land once more!
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Post by nochoice on Oct 13, 2006 11:04:48 GMT -5
The emerald blades easily came from their dirt bed, indeed, they seemed so loose that they were almost willing, wishing for their deaths. Not, of course, that the slivers of jade contained any such thoughts, though all creatures are liable to the odd fantasy- Tempest foremost among them. And it was not a strange thing, to wonder on all the mysteries of life, and nature, especially when one had nought else to do. So the essa toiled, pondering in her own, silent fashion, and quiet little world, cropping enough of the sweet stalks to nourish, and fill her, yet no more than was needed, and not stopping to take in any pleasures, nor leaving the land which she had inhabited for many a long year, even since her lord's departure, though sure he would not return. And it was for this reason, that not much recognition was stirred inside the banshee, as the call eminated forth across the lands, tiny vibrations causing the leaves upon the branches, as well as those trodden underfoot, tremble, in an invisible fashion, which was all but silent. Still, the femme's stilts swung forewords into a steady beat, which was not altogether eager, for little hope stirred inside her that her lord had returned. So many times had she been left, standing to one side, clueless for to where her lord had vanished to. And many a time had she stood, awaiting his return, with no hope, simply a sickening need, deep inside her. For this reason, lids flicked over her spheres many times, when she came upon the stag, stranding below a timber, and a joyful call of reunion was held, stinging her throat hard, at the sight of the stag. This surely must be an illusion, bought upon her by her ceaceless pining, and anything but reality, for the essa had long past the boundry, where seeing was beleiving. To many things had she seen, which were - and should - not easy enough to get past, into fact. Yet, this character was not fictional, not of her mind, as the banshee soon found out. Pinions carried the essa down the valley, from the forest, into the opening, marked out by the shimmering of the pool. The figure beside it came into focus, and the patterns, and lordly manner, portrayed such a likeness to her love, that the femme, finally realised what she could not- would not, beleive; he had returned.
[hah, that was fun to write, sorry it took so long]
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Oct 15, 2006 14:05:13 GMT -5
Something in his heart skipped a beat as the ess called. Something unreal had struck his stone cold heart. He didnt know how much time has passed. For now something had cracked in his soul. Letting his heart break free once more. Time had passed, but as he looked apon teh heavenly figure of his love. She was more radiant and beautiful as ever. He wanted so despretly to kiss her sweet face, but in stead took a steady two beat tward her awaiting to hold her once more....
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Post by nochoice on Oct 15, 2006 14:41:22 GMT -5
Gaze swept in the drake's look of utter surprise, and love, with a simple, single glance. The duo stood; apart only by a matter of feet, and each reaching out to the other. Uncertainty was stirred withing the essa, yet along with that sense, came an overwhelming sweep of love, engulfing the essa, and opening the gateway, which allowed all the old memories to flood back, filling the femme's being in a single shudder, causing the essa to tremble lightly, opts returning to the form of the drake that had once, and always been here beloved- ever since they found each other in their darkness- stranded by the two loves to whom they had belonged before hand; Danger, and Misty. The femmora's banner whipped back and forth, smacking lightly against her hocks, and occasionally tickling her rump. Locks hung lightly from her nape, not overreaching the lower line of her boa. Hide remained sleek, silken coat still shimmering a bright mocca in the light of the early morn. Soft whicker was once more sent forth to the duke, tunes remaining melodical, yet with a tinge of excitement, stilts swinging into movement, in a regular gait, carrying the essa swiftly down towards the drake, maw held out to him, sliding easily into his embrace, boa arching around his. I missed you. Where were you?
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Post by boldwin on Oct 15, 2006 14:51:32 GMT -5
Misty trotted up she nickered in a friendly way but then saw tempest she backed up and barred her teeth slightly she looked away and then snorted pawing the ground she tilted her head and then called to blitz she had missed him lots but she wondered if he even remember her at all she snorted her auds pinned slightly but then they perked she didn't have anything against tempest she was just mad that tempest had taken blitz away she felt that he loved tempest more then her she just felt left out and she hated it she snorted hello blitz she said in a soft voice she looked at tempest and nodded as if telling her hello to she took a big breath and looked away not really wanting to look at tmepest nor blitz but she wanted to see blitz and tempest just happened to be here so she HAD to look at her and probably get a long with her
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Post by nochoice on Oct 15, 2006 14:55:37 GMT -5
[oh freedom, remember, Misty left blitz, then Tempest came along. Not poor Tempest's fault. No musey for tempest at the mo though ]
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Post by boldwin on Oct 15, 2006 15:02:55 GMT -5
[ya i remember...ugh its been soo looong]
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Post by nochoice on Oct 15, 2006 15:07:58 GMT -5
[Yeah ]
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Oct 17, 2006 20:17:42 GMT -5
Blitz muscular bod lept forward with excitment and love. He had missed her for so long. But in his mind he didnt think he'd ever see her again. With a powerful movement they became one figure. Boa's intertwined with each others. He pulled away and a kiss was set apon her forehead. M'love I never thought I would ever see you again........With that his head was lowerd and he said in a sadder tone.....My mother has passed away Tempest m'love..... he paused....she's just gone.... He then felt that same trust he had felt before. His feeling once again vivid and not numb to the world.
Soon after he glanced over....Seeing Misty....He knew who she was and nodded to her....Hello how have you been m'lady? His eyes soft....He looked back to tempest nuzzling her once more, staying close to her, feeling her doft mocha coat against his painted.....
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Post by nochoice on Oct 19, 2006 12:39:47 GMT -5
Love is a strange thing, is it not? According to most, true love is to be based upon honesty, trust and sticking together. Yet sometimes, one must do the things necisary that completely override these opinions. Sometimes one must lie to keep another whom they love deeply from harm. Sometimes one must leave the other, after deciding that, though they love the being to be left, it is the wisest choice for them to go their separate ways. Perhaps, this was what had first come into Misty's thoughts the time, many years ago, when she had left Blitz without any reason that was worth remembering. Yet the femme would never know what had gone through the opposite femmora's mind then, and imprisoned her to be a victim of her own heart for the years after. The essa remembered how many times Misty had returned. and threatened her for reasons, which contained little or no truth. Once, the mocca ess had even been attacked by Misty's daughter. The abuse from both other femme's had worn on and on, as Misty and her daughter accused Tempest of 'Stealing' Blitz. In truth, both Tempest and Blitz had suffered heartbreak at almost the same time, by the hand of Danger and Misty. That, primarily, was what had first brought them together. From then on, it had been impossible for the femmora not to fall for this kind bronc, and he had been with him ever since. Never once had she abandoned him. Misty had never forgiven her the crimes that she had never comitted, yet now, there was a slight glimmer of hope in the vixen, wondering whether Misty had finally come around to the truth; that she had left Blitz, and Blitz had fallen in love with Tempest at the time when Misty was long gone.
A soft whicker was sent forth to the minxen, standing close to Blitz, yet not in a protective manner, simply warm, and happy beside him. Boa tilted slightly to one side, crania resting lightly upon the drake's nape. A soft, contented sigh was emitted, glad to be with him again. Opts didn't stray from the essa opposite, yet she didn't stare in an unkind manner, as she knew well enough how that felt; mostly as a consequence of Misty and her daughter's treatment. The ess was saddened by the way that Misty showed her feelings. T'was obvious that she still held a grudge against Tempest with no reason. If the thought came to mind the Blitz love tempest more than Misty... well, after the way that Misty had treated them both, t'wouldn't be too surprising. Nicker was emitted once more, calling gently to the essa, crania bought back up, no longer leant agains the reasurring bulk of her lover. I am glad to see you again Misty. How are you keeping? A slight smile broke on the mare's attractive features as she enquired into the fae's health, reasurring, encouraging, yet not patronising.
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Post by nochoice on Nov 1, 2006 10:11:41 GMT -5
[helooo?]
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Post by nochoice on Nov 8, 2006 7:19:07 GMT -5
[Untamed?]
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Nov 30, 2006 18:59:42 GMT -5
I was waiting for misty......
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Post by lazydreameh on Dec 21, 2006 18:40:15 GMT -5
[oooooh. Sorry I haven't been on by the way, no time. Well... I don't think she's going to reply. lol]
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Dec 21, 2006 21:37:44 GMT -5
-Yea I dont think so eather...Man I miss ya!!!!-
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