Hello Fascination [Oscuro]

[Zsadist]

and if i hear her calling
i fear that i am falling

The world was silent, especially this far from the surface. Up here, miles away from the Earth's crust, it was almost as if one were in another world. Especially in this place. Or so it was told. The Neodrach, home to those who did not wish to take sides. Here, it was rumored that many equines intermingled. Kelpie, Unicorn, Pegasus and Hybrid alike. These herd members did not care if one was born of water. They did not care if one bore a weapon upon their forehead, or feathers upon their back. Nor did they care if one were of mixed origin. It was that very reason that Luxe was drawn to this place. She loved peace, and she was told that this was the place to find it.

Although she herself was pure Tékklistar, she hated the constant turmoil that wrapped her lands in chains. Peace did not exist in the lands of Pensri anymore. And even though things seemed peaceful at the moment, there were always near-silent whispers of war. Both past, present and future. She had heard of the Great War of the past when she was just a weanling. And she was told that things sat balanced now, but within that peace, there is unease. She could feel it deep inside her core, and the sensation ruffled her feathers. It was also for that reason, that and the obnoxiously persistent colts in her own herd, that she fled from her home.

She inhaled deeply now, savoring the scent of innocent skies. She had come to notice in her short time soaring these skies that the air was not tinged with the lingering scent of blood. And death. War had touched Pensri and the touch still remained to this day. She hated the pungent aroma that stung her nares. But this... This was absolutely blissful. Closing her lilac-colored orbits, she lifted her tiara to the Heavens, training her audits on the sun directly above her. She just loved the way that it warmed her ivory coat, all the way down to her velvety pink skin. And though the winter season had enveloped the lands of Argider, bringing a cold front to the atmosphere, she could still manage to absorb the warming rays of the sun.

A pleasant breeze floated across her being as she revealed her eyes to the world again. Willing her muscles to move again, she extended her wings to their full width. She tucked her forelegs to her chest and stretched her hinds legs as far to the rear as she could. It was moments like that that she adored. They made her feel invincible, like no one could touch her. With the way the wind tousled her tresses and caressed her pelt, she felt as though nothing else existed. It was only herself and the wind. In a way, they were one. If it were not for the wind, even just the air, she would not be able to take to the skies. She was thankful for that. If not for that gift, she thought that she would surely go insane.

As the wind shifted, she allowed it to carry her wherever it pleased. She wished the rest of the world was more like the breeze that she drifted on. Calm and cleansing, along those lines. "If only..." she whispered to herself. She gave a shrug of her shoulders, allowing the movement to loosen her feathers. the wind shifted as she did so, carrying her downward toward the Earth. She could feel her muscles stretch as she turned her wings in the direction that the wind was flowing. in turn, she began making a large spiral. As she slowly drew closer and closer to the white-covered ground, her spiral began to tighten until eventually, she was just heading in a straight line toward her apparent destination.

Lavender pools gazing around, she could locate no one in the immediate vicinity. Perhaps they were in hiding, but why would that be? There should be danger here. Could it be that they had seen her? And that they were afraid she could be a threat to their safety? She laughed to herself, a light, flowing melody, just like the breeze she floated upon.

Breaking away from the breeze, she turned to circle the lake that she had come to learn was called the Lacuna. A dark, yet pretty name she had figured. And her thoughts proved to be correct. As she circled above, she gazed down at her own reflection below. The Lacuna was nothing but a mirror; a black pool that seemed to be endless. It contrasted greatly with the winter wonderland. The ground, the trees... Everything was covered with a very thick blanket of snow. The evergreens, of course, had not lost their greens, but even still, the world seemed so monochrome. The parts of the trees that showed seemed to be only shadows. the only other place she had seen this much snow was on the high mountains of Pensri. And what a sight it was. Not something she loved exactly, but the field was so much different from the unstable whole of the mountains.

Deciding that it was safe to land, the fae moved her bodice across the Lacuna and over a flat portion of snow. Pointing her wings toward the sky, she let herself immediately drop to the Earth. Her name and tail whipped skyward, the wind from free-falling pulling them upward. Just before she collided with the snow-laden ground, she snapped her wings to the sides again. With one hard, downward thrust, she slowed her fall. The snow flew upward, creating a dust-like effect as she came to land gracefully. Now connected with the Earth once again, her silvered flints got lost in the snow. She looked down at herself as the flurries settle on and around her, taking note of how deep the snow was. She didn't expect it to reach the tops of her cannons when she had gazed upon it earlier.

Quietly, she giggled. Snow sure was an odd sensation, and the fact that she nearly completely blended in with the landscape. Looking up again, she stretched her wings out to the sides, flaring the tips. Satisfied with the gesture, she brought them back toward herself, folding them neatly against her barrel. She gave herself a light shake, both to rid herself of the snow that had settled upon her back and to ruffle her feather up a bit for some extra warmth. Now extremely aware of the silence, her eyes flickered all around, searching for some source of life. Still she saw no one, so she abandoned the task and focused upon her stomach that had begun to grumble. Her auds flattened for a moment as she realized that finding food would be more effort than she wanted to put forth at the moment. So, she instead stood where she was, giving herself a much needed rest after her long flight.

now they all try to warn me
oh no she's ready to go

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word count :: 1178
muse level :: amazingly awesometastic 0_0
inspiration :: the lyrics are from here, click
notes :: 2:46am, i surprised myself with this post XD the song doesn't really fit all that well, but it'll do for now - couldn't think of anything for the title either lol
current tags :: oscuro

[xXSarcasticXx]

Innocence. I used to be innocent; I used to be quiet, loved and cared for... until my mother died, until my brother died, until I wished for my father’s death. I used to be innocent. I used to be loved; I used to think that this world was wonderful, that everything happened for a reason. I used to believe in happiness. I used to think that everything about myself was okay, I used to think no one was different... I used to believe that what is on the inside is more important than what is on the outside. I was wrong on many accounts. The loss of my innocence, the loss of those that I loved and was loved by, has changed me I believe. Perhaps not. Occasionally I find myself wondering without a direction, without thought or meaning, searching for nothing and hoping to find everything.

And what is hope anyways? It’s so hell bent on self-destruction. It’ll bring you up, only to crush you, yet why will I not learn? I get depressed, I lose faith, but then I hope, before that too plunges me back into a pit of darkness. Am I suited to this name that cloaks me like a hood? That draws be down, closer and closer to hell, to darkness. The Dark. Yes it’s the Dark, not the dark. It’s a living breathing thing, and it’s hunting me. I’m sure of it.

So high above the clouds a form swept unbidden. The creature- for it was an abnormality on all accounts, winged quickly as if racing against an unknown enemy. Far below him on the earth’s crust a tiny speck of a shadow dogged him. The brute for it was obvious that the beast was from a masculine gender flattened its wings and cruised. Each feather, perfectly aligned, flattened to allow the drag to fall off of his massive form. He soared, as if no thought, no fear, no worry was held in the recess of his dark soul.

This far above the clouds I can almost believe that I am innocent again. I can almost trick myself into hoping that I am young of mind again. The wind is cold, and yet the sun’s rays warm me, as if they will protect me, unlike anyone else. My heart is beating faster now, my wings ache, my legs cramp, my head is heavy. Maybe I’ll...

The stallion, for eventually the equine shape is discernable from the clouds surrounding it; dips as if flying closer to the ground to get a look at the snowy land it has entered. Indeed, it’s checking out the flooring of his world. The equine dips again, his chocolate eyes; so deep, so warm, so dark, so hypnotizing, close for an instant as the magnificent wings on either side of his large form pull in tight to his body. And then he is falling. He plummets towards the hard exterior of the ground, at 200 feet his wings snap open and buffet against the air. The muscles of this insane beast struggle for an instant, before adrenaline floods his system. The burst of energy saves him from his free fall. He hovers, a mere hundred feet above the ground, and opens his eyes.

That was stupid. I should not have done that, but I am tired. So tired. I would’ve stayed in the mountains, if only... If only. This horn is a marker of hate, of torment, of my father. I am chased by my inadequacy from land to land. The mares like me before I talk to them of course, but after they get no interest, then tend to be slightly baffled and more or less annoying. I suppose this shall be my home to night.

His handsome form is now set clear apart from the sky. Ivory dapples blanket his haunches, lighten his wings, blaze down his face and stain all four of his legs; apart from that, he is a deep black. He floats meanderingly to the ground, legs slowly extending with a sigh of relief. The dangling tips of his hooves reach the earth, and immediately his wings close around his form. This tall silhouette showed a large muscular equine. If one looked closer at the outline, they could see the horse’s impressive features, the arrogant and defensive cock to its head that showed that it had nothing to lose, and all to gain. If one looked even closer to its relaxed state they could see that this beautiful and feral creature was not relaxed at all, that it was simply a well done façade. Under a short, sleek classic and unequaled pelt one could see the muscles bunching and coiling, each working with perfect harmony, each knowing exactly what to do, and how to react. If one looked closely, at its watchful profile and taunt, regal body, one could see that this horse was not just any horse, but a warrior, and not just any warrior, but a stallion intent on his prize.

This is my home for now. Even if it is someone else’s place. I don’t care anymore. I’ve been running, trying to make everyone else happy for too long. When will I reach the end to this journey? When will relief come?

The stallion stomped his foreleg into the snow, allowing his dagger to cut through the whiteness until the firm ground was felt underneath. He tossed his head, nares flaring as an unexpected scent came to them. A swish of his tail, the slight pinning of his ears tells much. He lifts his head, arrogantly arching his neck, before blowing the aroma out with disinterest. He turns, heading towards the lake in the distance, throat parched, and eyes dangerously hidden under a tangled forelock.

[Zsadist]

and if i hear her calling
i fear that i am falling

An icy gust of wind rocked the fae from her semi-dormant state. She slitted her eyes open, blinking a few times to adjust her orbits to the afternoon light. Eyes half closed, she glanced around as she pretended to still be asleep. She had been pleasantly cozy within her own feathery protection. Until the frigid air stirred her. With a shake, she ruffled herself again, trying to gather the warmth that she had lost again. Her rose-colored lips twitched as she thought of what she must look like. Just a giant feather puff. 'Don't get your feathers all up in a bunch.' her mother used to tell her when she was upset. She sighed at the thought. Her mother and father were probably the only two equines in the entire world that she would ever miss.

Her thought process was broken by another grumble within her barrel, only this one was much louder. She looked back at herself, sending a glare of annoyance at her middle region. "Not now..." She hissed at it. Food was going to be hard to come by right now. Both the fact that the snow veiled nearly all of the food and her lineage were the reason that she was so thin. Not thin to the point of being sickly, but thin nonetheless. Slim and trim, she liked to say. For she was not lacking in muscle. She was simply lean, like that of a wild feline. And she was glad of it. She was glad that it, along with her unusual ability to be faster than others in general, kept her agile as well.

Turning her scrutinizing gaze away from herself, she focused on the lake just in front of her. "Well, I cannot satisfy my hunger, but at least I can quench my thirst." She thought to herself. Lifting her folded wings upward, she stretched her entire body toward the sky. Feeling her chilled muscles straining, she groaned. Both from annoyance and pleasure. Tucking her wings against her barrel again, she began her slow journey towards the water.

Her movements were slow at first. The snow was deep in most places, giving her a very hard time. And that was saying something, considering she wasn't exactly short in stature. She lifted her legs as high as she could, sucking her legs out of the snow one at a time. Only to have them be swallowed again once she placed her hoof back down. She moved awkwardly, trying not to stumble and land upon herself. Grumbling to herself, she flattened her ears against her poll, clearly not enjoying the snow at this very moment. Sure, she loved to play in it was younger, and on occasion now, but it irked her to the bone now. She was a good few lengths away from the frozen shore and it didn't seem like it was getting any closer.

Sighing with annoyance, she thrust her wings outward. Flexing a few times for good measure, she made sure there were no tight muscles present. Stretching her wings toward the sky, she heaved them downward with a snort. Her breath came down around her in a steamy haze as she burst from the Earth's powdered surface. A few strokes of her swan-like wings later, she was at the water's edge. She folded her wings against her sides and allowed herself to drop the foot or so distance to the ground. "Finally..." She muttered to herself and she slowly lowered her tiara. Except this time, instead of her velveteen lips touching liquid, they met ice instead.

Cocking her head to the side in a confused manner, she pressed her muzzle against the frozen water. It didn't budge. "What the hell is this?" She ground out as she lifted her head slightly. The waters in the Pensri never froze over. Sure, there would be puddles here and there, but their sources of precious liquid were never unreachable. The constantly flowing falls made sure of that. Lifting a leg, she clapped it against the ice. She pinned her audits for a moment as the motion vibrated all the way up her leg. "Oh come on!" Her words hissed from her vocal chords. She reared up, letting her weight crash down upon the ice. Still, it did not budge. Snaking her head out, she looked across the Lacuna. The entire lake looked frozen. But perhaps the center of the ice would not be as thick at the edges.

Slowly, cautiously, she set one foot after another on the frozen surface. Using her wings, currently outstretched to her sides, she balanced herself as she meandered. So far, the ice held her weight. Every few feet she gained towards the lake's center, she paused. Tapping a front hoof on the surface, she tested it. When it did not shift, crackle or break, she stepped forward. Repeating the process over and over, she slowly moved forward.

Finally reaching the center after what seemed like hours, she snaked her tongue out, the sucked it back in quickly. Her thirst nagged at her. She couldn't remember when the last time the lovely, quenching liquid ran down her throat. Her mouth salivated at the though. Lowering her head, she pressed her muzzle against the surface of the ice again. Brushing his upper lip back and forth, she cleared the thin layer of frost away from her target. There, staring back at her, was her own reflection. And beyond that, was nothing but darknes. Yet still, the water was there and she was determined to get what she wanted.

She raised her head as the wind shifted around her. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced around the clearing. Something about the way the breeze moved told her that she was not alone. Good or bad, she didn't know, but she would ignore it. For now. Turning back to the current problem, she pawed at the hard frozen surface. All her hooves did was make scratches and tiny shards of ice fly around her legs. It didn't seem like it was going to work. She'd have to find another body of water to drink from. "But where?" She sighed. She didn't know the area. She didn't see anything as she was flying overhead. Looking up, she gazed at the sun, her pools squinting in the light. There had to be something out there. Yet for now, she figured, she'd focus on the shift in the wind that had disturbed her just a few moments ago. For one, she didn't want to be wandering around an unknown land with a possible threat lurking in the shadows. She shivered, both from the thought and from the cold. Turning her sight back towards the unseen horizon, she scanned the world around her, waiting for whatever it was to show its face.

now they all try to warn me
oh no she's ready to go

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word count :: 1169
muse level :: slow, but better than i thought
inspiration :: the lyrics are from here, click
notes :: still watching those disney clips as i worked on this haha
current tags :: oscuro

[xXSarcasticXx]

Frustration. That single emotion can tear one down from the highest pedestal and into the lowliest forms of rage. There is a want, a need, a desire, a driving force to have something. And then, when one is denied such a thing, one becomes frustrated, angry, seething, and in some cases insane.

The brute flattened his two auditory sensors against his dome; his deep brown eyes were shadowed with disgust as he looked at the snow. He did not like the heavy wet precipitate that fell from the sky, muffled noises and made clear tracks. It was too easy to be tracked, and it's heavy, awkward weight made it difficult to escape. He struggled for an instant as he did a high-stepping trot towards the lake. His muscles ached from the strain of defying the gravitation force. He arched his curvature in anger, his mass finding the snow an uncompromising obstacle. His banner rose into the air in indignation, his tassels flying left and right as his whipcord swung; displaying his displeasure. The tresses that lay against his crest were tossed into the breeze by an impatient shake of the brute’s crown. The steed inhaled, his flanks billowing consistently. Oscuro paused, his frame surprisingly still as he tried to pin point the smell that he’d found earlier. Finding it impossible, he snorted, muzzle quivering.

Slowly, ever so slowly he moved onwards. His large form moved forward with smooth, sure, inevitability. Each step had the same process: his pillar would reach to its maximum, before allowing his iron to lie on the solid top layer of the snow. After a few moments, the sharp flint of his dagger would pierce the crust, and send the pillar deep below the white powdery substance. The going was slowly, but, just as the water erodes rock; it was only a matter of time.

A few more moments passed before the great equine reached the outer edge of the water. The life saving, crystal clear substance was covered by a mirror like substance such as ice. Frustration burned through the chocolate eyes of the majestic stag; setting the pools glowing eerily like two gems. He tossed his head; his forelock flying to cover his burning oculars, before lifting a single appendage and striking` the ice with a shattering power. The defiant substance stood firm against the single thrust. The stag began an onslaught of blows, each landing with terrifying precision.

The muscles of the great beast, though aching with tiredness soon created a dent in the ice. After a second volley of rage -hardened stomps the ice cracked, and a small area; approximately the width of the masculine’s shoulders, cleared. The anger in the equines chocolate eyes dissipated, leaving nothing but calm wonderment in its’ wake. The male snorted lightly, the air cast out from his nares creating ripples in the water. He lowered his head, audits prickling to sharp awareness as he lowered his crown to drink. His maw opened as his velvet kissers brushed against the ice-cold surface of the freshly cleared water. The male drank heavily, as he did not know when the next opportunity for water would come again. His wings smoothed against his sides, his horn, speckled with dots seemed to blend with the rest of his form. His eyes shut for a few wistful moments, as the waters’ icy touch burned down his throat. He felt energy returning to his limbs, and he felt his heart thump, strengthened after drinking the life giving water. He lifted his head, crystalline droplets sprinkling down on to the ground. Mission successful, he turned to the next thought in his head. Find the owner of that aroma. He inhaled deeply, his focus now on the scent of the other equine.

His wings fluffed out for a moment, adding warmth to his body before he took it away. His cranium swung from left to right, eyes scanning his surroundings before focusing on a far off vision of an equine.

[Zsadist]

[bg=black] The creature she has sensed did not show her face as quickly as she had hoped. Lowering her head again, she pretended to ignore the tingling in the back of her brain. She scooted her legs outward slightly, making her stance a little wider so it would be easier for her to balance upon the ice. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at her reflection. "This is one of those moments that I wish I was larger than I already am." Her mind told itself. "This would be so much easier if I weighed a few hundred more pounds and was not as lean as I am." She snorted, her breath hissing out as smoke before her very eyes. Not even the heat of her breath dared to change the ice particles. "Or perhaps if I was a Unicorn. Then there would be a chance for me to harness their Etna ability. I bet I would be able to melt this surface and force it into a liquid." She sighed continued staring, her pale pink muzzle only a few inches from the frozen surface. Baring her teeth, she glanced up, slightly startled to see a dark figure emerge from the shadows around the Lacuna. Lifting her head so it was level with the Earth, she watched, curious as to what the creature was doing out in the middle of nowhere. Not unlike herself. And it seemed that he, just like her, was looking for the waters of the Lacuna that should quench his thirst. But again, just like her, he found that the lake was frozen solid. Then he began to pound upon the crystalline surface as she had done. But within only a few moments, he had managed to do far more damage than she had even hoped to do. Her lavender optics widened slightly as she, via her enhanced vision, watched the ice crack away. It left a small hole in the ice just big enough for an equine to satisfy himself. Or in her case, herself. Pink tongue lashing out for a moment, she raised her head. Water. Oh, how she craved it! It seemed as though months have passed since she had her last drink, though she knew it was not true. But nevertheless, she was parched. And now her only hope was to either freeze her throat on mouthfuls of snow, or take her turn from the hole that this mysterious equine had created. However, that was dangerous. So she was not about to flit across the ice and dunk her head in right in front of the horse. Keeping her head up, she watched as the ebonite horse drank its fill, then looked around. A sudden chill, both from the cold and from her company, ripped through her as the equine's eyes seemed to set upon her. She questioned herself, if she could be seen or not from such a distance. For she knew that the white landscape was a perfect camouflage. Her ivory coat blended perfectly, possibly making the image of her seem like a figment of your imagination. Did she want the other horse to know she was really there? Or did she want to wait for it to simply move along so she could take her turn at the tiny drinking hole before it froze over again? She thought for a moment, pondering silently to herself. Then she decided... Yes, yes she did. Unsure of herself, she let loose a soft whinny. Something that rang across the clearing like bells upon the wind. She loosened her wings around her barrel and used them to balance as she took a few steps forward, not wanting to slip and stumble upon the hardened surface. Pausing for a moment, she leveled her neck out and nickered again. This time just a gentle vibration of her nostrils. If there wasn't an icy breeze to carry the noise upon, it probably would have stayed right there with her. And in that very moment, she realized how long it had been since she had the company of another. Actually, since she had even come across another. She had been flying solo for months, just avoiding the wrath of others who were no-so-friendly. As well as the paths of others in general. It was hard to tell who could be trusted, and who could not be lately. Everyone had become so segregated, and one such as herself could not be friends with someone unlike her. But that was what drove her to the lands that she now stood upon. The land of the Neodrach. The neutral lands. Here, she hoped that she could find peace. For she was told that here was a place where those who lived here coexisted. 800 Words // Oscuro is Tagged // Not too bad [:

[xXSarcasticXx]

are you hearing me now hear the sad little sounds as they fall from my mouth

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Lust. What a despicable emotion. Much like love it was a useless state of being. It was hell on earth; it was a force, a drive. You could want it, her, him, with all your heart... with your whole body. But that lust may not be returned. It is a drive that can force you to unimaginable depths. It can make you do unspeakable things just for a taste of that which you lust over. It was intense. Horrifying. Capturing. Delightful. Lust was a part of life, but did that mean that you had to be driven by it? Your primal instincts were driven by two things, survival and general need. Was lust, or the want that inspired lust a general need? Should we be ruled by our thoughts and reasons, not the electrifying rush of the touch of another? Shouldn’t we be driven by our needs and logic, not impulse and abandon? Shouldn’t we? Should we? The questions of life never end.

The tall, muscular brute flicked his audits; the onyx splattered wings at his sides opened slightly, the delicately shaped feathers fluffing slightly to add warmth to his intimidating frame. Chocolate orbs focused on the far off image of an equine. The masculine snorted, his breath expelling in a pale white cloud, before dissipating into the cool air that surrounded him. The femme that he saw- for from the slenderness of her build and the dainty way in which she held herself told him that much- seemed to be staring at the ice. Oscuro was too far away to make out the expression on the femme’s face, but before he dared to venture forward, the femme changed position. He dropped his head, as he realized she had turned her eyes in his direction. His muzzle once again was encased by the exhaustingly cold water.

The water seemed to rush directly to his heart. Making his veins fill with icy coldness. The pale frame of the femme was still present as he lifted his head arching his curvature, his tassels sliding against the slick hair of his neck. He pranced back a few steps, his large, compact body making the ice shudder under his feet as he backed off. The male lost her pale frame in the blowing wind which had picked up snow in a miniature blizzard between them. He was unafraid of the female. If she had meant his any harm he knew that he would’ve made an aggressive move before now. Plus the size difference between him and her was too noticeably in his favour for her to be stupid enough to attempt to make an aggressive move towards him. He searched for her another moment, his warm chocolate eyes scanning the frost line for pale hooves, but he had indeed lost her.

He continued to move away from the hole he had made in the ice. At the sound of a soft whinny Oscuro froze, turning he head, trying once more to find the femme who had made the crystalline sound. He flicked his ears, trying to pin point the sound as he turned around, pillars striking the ground unevenly as he forced his way through the snow. His answering call was much louder, and more demanding than her soft whinny. He wasn’t trying to scare her in anyway; he just wanted to make sure that she could hear him clearly. He heard a gentle nicker, and though he stood only a few paces from her, he was blind to her form as it camouflaged oh-so well against the white back drop. He exhaled, tilting his dark ears forward in interest, his dark eyes looking perfectly innocent. Finally, after what seemed like an age of searching for her, his eyes happened across a patch of white that looked much too solid to be mere air and precipitate.

He stepped forward rather unsurely, the bow of his head was hesitant, he asked carefully. “Are you there?” This masculine was still young, only being 5 winters, but he was still driven by the same desires for companionship that the others of his kind craved. The natural tone of his voice was smooth and dark, much like the auditory accompaniment to his dark chocolate eyes. The emotion that filled his words was hesitance, as if he was afraid of scaring her, and curiosity, as if he wanted to know more about her than just the color of her pale coat.

Oscuro had begun his journey to the Neutral terras a long time ago, perhaps a year ago; he didn’t really keep that strict of an eye on the time that past. He had discovered that no path was an easy one, especially when you walked that path alone. He was still looking for his brother, Odioso, but he was still unsure if whether his brother was even alive or not. All he had to hold his hopes up on was a tip from a traveling stallion- and how trust worthy was that? A mere rumour. He didn’t know why he kept searching, but he felt as though he owed it to his brother, or at least to his brother’s spirit.

you just need me to be stable but I won't be able to keep it together again

[Zsadist]

[bg=black] Luxe stared forward, keeping her lavender pools lock upon the ebonite brute that stood only strides away from her. His build was much more masculine than hers, clearly. True, they did stand at the same height, but their lineages were entirely different. Her past bred her to be a fairly slender thing, though not entirely weak and worthless, where his seemed to have bred him to be far more muscular and just thicker in general. She knew that, if they were to dispute, the chance of her winning would be slim. Unless she could out fly him, she would be doomed. She tried not to think about that. If that instance ever did come, then she would not hesitate to take to the skies and fly as far away as she could, as fast as she could. She would fly, pushing herself until he heart would burst if she had to. But for now, everything seemed peaceful. After all, wasn't that what the Neodrach was all about? That's what she had been told many times over. It was meant to be a place where any could come to flee the war, to not take sides, and to find a place of peace and tranquility. Peace. She snorted. Was there every such a thing? From the stories she had been told as a foal, it seemed as if Argider had never known peace. The Neodrach had to be as it said though, because even the air itself was different. It didn't smell of old battles and blood. Ah, but those were thoughts for another time. Now was the time to focus on what was directly in fornt of her. Literally. If only it was that easy though. She squinted her eyes against the miniature blizzard that had stirred up around the pair. She had taken note that the stallion had backed a few steps away before the blizzard had began, but now she could barely make out his dark frame in the whiteness around her. Part of her wondered if he could see her or not in this whirling cloud. Her auds perked forward as she heard his returning call, one that much stronger than her soft whinny. He was closer than she had originally thought. Either that, or he was just that loud. It was nearly impossible to tell however, for the growling wind was quite loud in itself. She ignored the fact that her pelt stung where her mane and tail whipped about her, and for a moment she was glad that she did not posess the Whiplash ability. She knew that if she did, she would very likely be bleeding profusely now. And she would hate that. She hated the smell of blood, and the way it stained her coat the eerie crimson color. Blinking, she tried to see through the blizzard. Though it had calmed slightly, it was still hard to see. She could make out a shadow before her, but it was hard to tell exactly. Cautiously, she took a few swinging steps forward, keeping her wings gathered tight against her barrel as his voice sounded again. This time in words, rather than simple notes. "Am I here? Why, of course. I am here." Her mind chimed in, but when she opened her maw to speak the words, what came out was not that. Instead, she let out a high-pitched squeal. The mare bobbed her head as she laughed, tossing her tresses around more than they were already. She pranced in place for a split second, her legs unable to remain still as she continued to giggle to herself. Snapping to attention, she halted and clicked her jaw shut, cocking her head to the side. Stretching her neck out as far as she could, she pointed her pale pink nose in the stallion's direction and snorted. Training her ears forward, she strained for a response. Laughing again, she sang out, "I am here, right here! Are you there?" She liked the way her words echoed around her. She liked the way that she sounded sometimes, when she was happy and thrilled to be in the company of others. At the moment, that was exactly the way she sounded. She was happy, not sad that she had not seem her family or even another equine in months, years, who knows. She was confident, not afraid of this brute that stood before her, nearly completely hidden by a veil of white. Deep down inside, she knew she should be, but she put her brave face on and wasn't about to back down now. 777 Words // Oscuro is Tagged // Ugh, sorry this took forever, and sorry that it's short /: