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Post by xx.[.r af e.]* on Jun 25, 2007 22:45:56 GMT -5
It had been awhile since she'd last seen an equid such as herself, for most would have avoided her before she had been able to see them. This had partly made her grateful, for since she had killed her love she had been kept to herself and mute. If anyone dare talked to her, she would not even stand to look at them and keep on stalking forward. Year by year, she had only herself for company until she fell into a solitary, rotten existence with only one nightmare to satisfy her craze. Behind single cell walls, her eyes peered out over the Kistar Lake, her chest slowly rising and falling in the motion of her breathing. Beneath her bone, bruised lungs sucked in the chill night air. In her mind, the nightmare rolled.
She watched him lope around buoyantly. The wind whipped and hissed, making his and her manes and tails whisk wild in it. "I love you!" Her vocals screamed against the wind, but he didn't seem to hear. She frowned knowing that he wouldn't even love her back. He never had.
Standing on the cliff, overlooking the sea she glided up next to him and peered out. He sidestepped softly and bent his friesian head down and nuzzled her neck. "I love you." His words were spoken softly and they made her stomach twist. She lost it. Slamming her body into his own, the look in his eyes made her grin harshly. Harder, harder and then next thing she knew, he was falling. Taking a deep breath, she spat off the cliff, turned and walked.
Flinching, she pinned her ears to her skull and snarled at, well, nothing. Realizing where she was, she snorted and lowered her head to the waters. Damned the memory. She didn't even know why she'd lost it. He loved her and she loved him. Didn't she? Oh, well. He was dead and she couldn't have cared less. Oh, joy it would be to her to see his broken body amoungst the bloody rocks. And that sent a shiver down her spine. Thrusting her lips into the waters, she sucked greedily, swallowing. The water hit her stomach like a kick in the gut. Removing her lips from the water, she peered down into the red water, smirking as to have realized the dry blood on her lips washed off into the murky waters.
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Post by Severe™ on Jun 26, 2007 22:39:59 GMT -5
Painted muzzle slowly lifted to the air, crusted nostrils flared, absorbing the bitter air with edacity. Quick huff was impelled through dry labrums. Deep optics ran from the sapphire blanket that cloaked the earth and down to the water. A pair of ducks slid across it's glassy surface, their feathers fluttering, charging small ripples slowly onward, until their size was no longer visible. One dipped its head down into the water, rump turning upward. small droplets slid down it's golden feathers, until it turned upright, damp beak fluttering with attempt to scarf down the catch. Their small optics glanced about them, before the two of them kicked their way under the protection of long grass hanging over the bank of the small lake. One of them honked, before the silence spread like a plague over the waters once again.
Copper optics narrowed to thin fissures, physically declaring the pair of lake skimmers an annoyance. Snort abruptly pushed through thin dark nares, cranium swaying sideways, sliding the matted locks away from deep pools. Equine lifted thick daggers, leaving the bruised shade of a small oaken tree. He made his way through the tall grass, careless of the condition he left it in. The sod grew softer as he neared the bank, his paws sinking in, deeper with each stride. His frontal hooves broke the surface, sinking in the shallow bank. His dial thrust downward, mug breaking into the surface. He pulled the water in through his teeth, his eyes staring down into his disturbed murky reflection.
Finishing, his dial slowly raised, filthy water dripping from his mug. He lifted his optics, their gaze scanning over the banks. To his mild surprise, a fine vixen had her kissers within the water, also. How he had not noticed such a lady was strange. His lips curled in the corners with desire, a quiet hiss passing through his whiskered labrums. He backed out of the shallow water, daggers glinting with the liquid. Harks pulled backward, whip-cord lashing at his stilts. Slowly he began to wander closer, gaze not releasing her sweet frame. No attempt did he make to remain silent, paws slapping the earth, treading through the green, breaking many down, others rods scraping at his sides.
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Post by xx.[.r af e.]* on Jun 26, 2007 23:35:51 GMT -5
Black eyes focused on the new ripples below her and raising her head, she spotted the a figure emerging towards her. And what was nearing her? A stallion, no less. How peculiar. A smirk suddenly twisted wider on her lips. Oh, hell with it. She would have left by now, but perhaps this steed wasn't as ludicrous as the others. Bereft of what to say to him, she stepped foreward until she was knee-deep standing in her own wavering reflection. Then she got it. Peering across the lake, she chuckled softly and let it bounce across the shimmering waters. "I've heard stories," antagonism was heard in every word, "of those who lurked near here." She turned her head to him and grinned sickly. Her eyes flashed with even more hostility. "It's a mystery how you managed to survive, sweetie." Bitter sarcasm bit into her words, and she snickered softly at herself. Damn, she could be a rotten bitch. I suppose it could have been worse? Heh. She tilted her head abit and let her tongue trail across her wet, bloody lips. The expression floating in her eyes were hostile, malicious, lewd. Which ever word you understand more, fellow readers.
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[o.o.c] Pleh. Bereft of muse. Apologies. I like those lines. I've heard similar ones of them from a really good book, but the title has slipped my memory. [wrinkles nose] No, I did not take the exact words. That would be 'copy-catting' and I am nothing of the sort, now am I? No. [grin]
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 17:14:49 GMT -5
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