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Post by color on Nov 25, 2006 14:26:23 GMT -5
Dakian breathed in and moved her figure forward. Visionaries scorned over the wasteland searching for a lone stallion she could catch. Her breath released as she realized there were no brutes to be seen. Dakian chose a bed beneath a tree to wait for them. Dakian was vexed with her former actions. They scared her and tempered her the same. Perhaps it would not be wise for any stallion to bring her home. But wasn't that why she claimed her allegiance dark?
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Mirage and Sentinial
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Visions of water emerge from the dryness... a protectress lurks...
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Post by Mirage and Sentinial on Nov 25, 2006 15:14:35 GMT -5
No one knew any trouble here, but only a sense of longing and desire. There stood a mare, alone with the rolling hills.There lurked a beautiful stallion, a blue roan, watching every move and listening to every word the mare did and said. He had gathered his courage to approach the mare, yet he was not ready. He felt that the time would come when he, Mirage, would be much calmer. But he was calm right now. Was the special moment now? Gathering his courage once more, the blue roan stallion approached the pair, colored sliver by the moon's paintbrush. Every step brought him closer. The silence was broken by only the snapping of a twig by him, which he quickly covered by ducking his head behind a large white oak. But he had to step closer. This time he would need to be more secretive.
The mare was turned the other way, and by the moonlight, the stallion made his way up to her. He stood beside her now, two silver figures in the nearly-lightless night. What shall I say? What if she doesn't like me? What if- His thought was cut off by a small breeze. He gave a low nicker to direct the attention to himself and nearly whispered the words... You are the most gorgeous of all the mares this world has seen. But I can see a darker side to you, one that beckons you to approach me and one that gives you the strength to come with me. For I am Mirage, the bachelor stallion seeking only you. This is no bribe, mare. I want to know you. I want you to know me. Tell me your name, mare. We could be the greatest rulers this world has ever seen. Together.
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Post by color on Nov 25, 2006 15:43:23 GMT -5
Dakian herd a simple whimper behind her. She turned her figure so it matched his facade. He sweetened her with lovely words, but she did not look for any of the things he said. You woe a light heart with those words. I am dark by my nature and care not for beauty. If that is what you want, then have it. I need a wasteland to reside in safely, if you have that then you have me. Dakian held her voice steady, on the inside she was flattered with disgust. Her assumption was that she still stay sensitive to the want of Eccel's innocent life.
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Mirage and Sentinial
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Visions of water emerge from the dryness... a protectress lurks...
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Post by Mirage and Sentinial on Nov 25, 2006 15:51:02 GMT -5
The stallion looked at her daringly. You know I have the wasteland, the one place every mare wants because of its safety and area size. I am the darkest of all darks, wishing only for a mate, a place in history. Mare, you know what I have. You shall come with me.
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Post by color on Nov 25, 2006 16:04:40 GMT -5
Dakian was more pleased with him now that he demanded her presence. She wanted more from him than just a dare. Are you sure you are the darkest? Dakian shot the same daring look back at him. What can you do? She whipped her tail mercilessly at the flies that rested on her legs. They were unwelcome to her.
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Mirage and Sentinial
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Visions of water emerge from the dryness... a protectress lurks...
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Post by Mirage and Sentinial on Nov 25, 2006 16:12:36 GMT -5
Mirage, now angered at the mare, reared up, then galloped towards a fir tree, ripping it down with his weight. He galloped off towards the thorn bushes and pricked himself with one of the thorns. His neck was bleeding very much, but his eyes only showed a feeling of anger, not one of pain. Was the mare worth this? He walked back up to her, breathing deeply. Mare, I do not know if you are worth my effort. If that was not enough, leave. I do not want to put up with pickiness. If you accepted that, though, you would be wise. I claimed a thorny valley where cuts are more than normal.
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Post by color on Nov 25, 2006 16:21:59 GMT -5
You said you wanted me, you can decide how badly. I am yours. Dakian hungrily watched the blood on his crane. She listened to it's soundless running. She smelled its acrid taste in her maw. It triggered memory and foresight of the past. She loved it. Her visionaries pierced his now. Home again, how long has it been. The difference was that she was no longer light in the head or heart.
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