Don't tell me you want me when you already have me

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Ah, his home again at last. He followed the disturbed creature through his massive forest, coal limbs plowing through the undergrowth, callous knees knocking away the dirt and dead vines that threatened to trap a leg from knee high... The pure darkness of him was true and complete, he stood a mere shadow, twisted and wrathful, wrong yet right - and he defied every law that said no animal was born bad. They thought they had proof of this, but these dumb, dull creatures had been domesticated and trapped, while he; he was free. He had been born bad, and he hadn’t changed - wild horses couldn’t afford to spend time changing. Wild horses were different - they were rugged and sharp, quick to flee or to fight - quite unlike the tame, dumb animals that went each day with a rider on their back and fled at the crack of a whip... Not knowing when Sorrow would arrive, Ahmar moved quietly to a more open spot before beginning to graze silently.

That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you

ooc:
Ekk. My muse has left me forever!

[Poetic Sorrow]

She made her way into the lands with graceful movements. But that didn't change her alliance. She was definitely dark hearted. Propellers carried her ebon frame through the long undergrowth. Was she rushing? No not at all, just picking her own pace. She didn't really have any feelings for anyone. As for Ahmar, well he could go die for all she cared. Chocolate hazelnut occuli gazed around her until she caught sight of Ahmar. She didn't rush towards him or quicken the pace she was going, no she kept moving forwards at the same pace she entered with. Just because she resided with him it did not man she was throwing everything away to him. No she would rather keep her pride and dignity as well as freedom included in that package. One minute she could be a bossy she-devil then suddenly change in another minute, it didn't take long, but it did take someone who was close to her just to notice her attitude change. Surely there was none out there like her. No other with the same personality. She did have a unique one you didn't see often. But when you were taunted of your bloodline you sort of formed your own way of being rather then following the crowd. She didn't believe in rules, they were more of...guidelines. She had never listened to her parents, or rather parent. She never did spend much time with her mother. And she was glad. She could have turned out soft and that just would not have fit her personality at all. Finally as she reached Ahmar she remained silent. Poetic Sorrow never really was a silence breaker. She could go days on end without speaking. Don't doubt her, she could do anything she set her mind to. Except maybe get along with others, especially lights, neutrals were somewhat easier.

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He found her, dark and easy-going pure and free, and he trapped her, this stallion of mine, he trapped her in a cage where eternity reigned and he ruled strongest, where it was compliance or clash - and he would always win, he knew this without fail. He was eternal in his mercilessness, his cruelty, and he would not spare a mare that had taken his favour for he was ruthless and brutal, accentuated by the pallid, ghostly skin trembling with spider-web veins and the dark, emotionless eyes that remained cold and uncaring. He reigned, he was of power, and he knew of the ways things should be and set them right in his herd.

And the cold, emotionless stallion watched her with an indifference that was frightening or unsettling in the least; let his eyes sway and dance over the vigorous and seductive curves of her body and the roughly-cut wildness which she brought with her. His touch could become so soft, so sensitive, so malicious with very few, and even then if he plucked at flesh with his teeth in such a delicate manner, placed a nip to their hide and watched the thin trickle of blood flow, and he cared not. Al-Ahmar watched her with a malice that had always been there, his neck coming back to an arch, as she neared ”Finally here, poppet.” he ran his muzzle down the curve of her neck again ”Hope you like the place…”

Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you

[Poetic Sorrow]

Poetic didn't flinch as he nipped her. She showed no sign that he had really attempted to hurt her. In fact, she hardly felt it, almost like a soft poke. Time will tell will it not? she said, it was more of a rhetorical question. Meaning she didn't need an answer to it. She was downright clever, crafty and very sneaky. Watch your back she could appear without a seconds notice. You never knew what lurked in the shadows. She took life as it happened. She didn't plan ahead, planning was for idiots. If you had wits and a brain you didn't need to plan anything. But then again that was only her opinion. She could care less what he did so long as he didn't try and mess with her, that just never turned out right. Some ended up badly wounded, others just ended up dead. She spared no mercy. She looked at him, orbs not giving away her emotion, if she had any. She wasn't frightened or unsettled by him, just amused. She didn't scare easily, or feel pain much. No one trapped her, she was free, a wildfire that had a mind of its own. She would very well leave if she d**n felt like it whether it be a fight to the death or not. That was if she wished to leave, for now she was fine. Not in a hurry to get anywhere or do anything. Twin towers gave a slight flick. She shifted her weight to the left again. She had nothing better to do then stand here now did she? Nothing to do, nothing to see, so nothing at all. Not a hard concept to understand, just nothing. She could spell it out if needed. But he was amusing her somewhat. trying to make her give in was he? Good luck with that. No one had tamed her wild heart yet, what made him think he could? She had news for him, Ahmar most likely couldnt, but let him try. Let the games, begin.

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He was coiled and sculptured, trimmed and neat – a masterpiece of a stallion, a masterpiece of a creation that had been set upon this earth. Such danger was in his glance, such calm, haughty aloofness in his eyes – surely they were scared momentarily moments after simply meeting him, a snake in the grass, a tiger in the reeds, a heron standing still at the edge of a pond. Such is he. He is not delicate and not pristine, he is rough and ready, carved out of stone and moss and natural things such as this, and he survives living on instincts and instincts alone. Al-Ahmar is a stallion that fears little save fear itself, feels nought but pleasure and pain, and a glimpse of amusement, for the rest is stored within. "Yes, Time will only tell. Well Sorrow what now?" he asked not really in the mood to chat ... But what else was there to do.

Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you

[Poetic Sorrow]

She stood up to her full weight. One well shaped dagger stamped the ground leaving an imprint in the earth before she spoke. I cant tell you what you will do next now can I? she said. It was another rhetorical question. With that response she turned away from him and began to walk away. She soon disappeared into a light mist that had formed. She was like a ghost, vanishing into the light white blanket. She picked her way back through the undergrowth, she joined up with the stream and followed it so she was going upstream. She followed it at a smooth two beat until she was in a forest. Picking up the pace finely shaped figurine weaved easily through the sky scarpers. Stopping in a large clearing she looked behind her, mist, not that she really gave a damn if he followed or not. She was simply investigating the area. No wind blowed, no rustle of leaves. Just silence. No bloodsuckers even bothered her for there were none to be found. Snorting lightly her auds flicked slightly. Weight shifted again, not like she had anything else to do now. The light made her ebon pelt glow even more. Almost like a devils glow. But now the mist was clearing and chocolate hazelnut orbs could see clearly now. Demoness gazed around her carefully, listening. If he was to approach she would most definitely hear him before he reached her. Why? Because through training they had been taught to not only listen with their ears but listen with the earth. Sounded stupid but you could feel vibrations through the ground if you tried hard enough, gave you some warning if something was comming in your direction at least you had a notice.

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There is something in him, quicksilver, elite, that made him Ahmar – something cruel and twisted and sick that turned him unbiased in volatile and evil ways. He walked with a light step, even and smooth and icy in compassionless menace, and his breath is warm and dangerous. He watches her in an eerie way, quiet, yet malicious, and his intent remains unseen and mysterious. She provokes him in her way, although he is not sure on her intent in doing so – she could simply do this as a way to be masochistic, or simply to gain pleasure from annoying him, but whatever way, he’ll win, for he does not care for mares that treat him like the earth beneath their hooves. "True." his words were simply, as he watched her disappear into the mist, not caring. If he wanted her back he could get her. Plus he figured it would do her good to get to know the place if she was to be the dark queen.

Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you

[Poetic Sorrow]

Sorrow In The Form...

Since the mist had cleared she could see his outline. Poetic Sorrow made her way towards him and stopped in front of him. She snorted lightly. Then you better start thinking she retorted. Watch the world go round and round, always spinning like a carousel. Life has it's ups, an' life has it's downs.. Ever noticed that? Life is just like a giant carousel, each and every living thing are the horses that are continuously spinning and going through life's ups and downs. For some, however, the carousel is busted and they'll always remain flat on their rumps for the blessed day that Father Death shall finally rest his hand upon their shoulder. Wouldn't it be just plain grand to live a life like that? No, not really-but some are cursed to live that way and they don't have a say in it. So,what do you do? Build a bridge an' get over it, play the hand you're dealt, and just ride the carousel, baby! Of course,there are those carousel horses who aren't necessarily broken and stay down on the ground-let's not forget those who are just split and spend more time down than they do up. Ravens and crows, for instance, may be optimistic fowl-but human imagery casts them as messengers for death and dark times. So be it, they're living their lives and playing the cards they were dealt. Just like her. That was true. that was her one true belief. Now Poetic Sorrow was a strong believer in fate, she believed everything happened for a reason. That was the little light side in her head comming out. A voice which was rarely heard deep within her. she watched him for his reply, no annoyance, anger or really anything shown on her features. She often showed no emotion though she felt them deep inside, somewhere.

Of A Poem...

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He is no butterfly, no crimson butterfly leading the souls of the dead to Heaven or Hell, no fluttering creature of paper-winged elegance and lumbering intelligence. He is something finer-strung, greater than that, untouched by thistle or thorn as his hide is impenetrable. He is of roses and blood, lust and desire and freedom wrapped up into one, warped, riddled with energy and power, embracing the wildness wound into veins of cold, hard steel - he is a spider web of mystery and tantalisation, he is what is horse, what horses used to be. Ahmar is something greater, something colder, smoother, darker than your average stallion – he is what there used to be but is no longer. Oh, he is the one that will rip away those paper wings and learn to fly without ...

Watching as Sorrow returned from her little trip a smirk turned at the corner of his maw. "Well, I guess I should, but first have a nice little trip?"

Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you

[Poetic Sorrow]

War flag flciked her sides Thats for me to know and you to eventualy find out she retorted. Oh, one can spend their whole lives wondering, and what good would it do? There is no end, and can never be an end, to everything to puzzle over. For almost anything you can wonder about, there is no answer. And so what is the point to wondering, to thinking, to dreaming? There is none, but does that stop anyone? Not in the least. Wondering, and never knowing, is that not agonizing? Yes, but does it stop anyone, anything? No. And here I'm proof, wondering about wondering. I hate this. I prefer this to making useless statement to countless others, but I hate having no answers. Will I ever know the answers? Will I ever know what my true purpose in these lands is? Will I ever be sure? Probably not that was the surprise of life, not knowing what was going to happen next. As she watched Ahmar o sign of what she was thinking etche don her features. No sign of emotion or anything, she was keeping a straight face, and she was damn good at it too. A twisted mind, hers and his alike. If they ever plotted togther, look out victim or victims. For it surely wouldnt be good. She lifted her diall slightly higher, metting his eyes, still taller but that didnt doubt the strength she carried. She could care less, she knew whatt power she possesed, as far as she was concerned that was all that mattered. She wasnt trying to please him, he could go screw himself.

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Discontent, he lingered, a silent reverie of menace unfulfilled and placidity yet unseen, but a ghost that was little more than the air about him, little more than ghost-stuffs and matter, little more than the devil, snow-white and fair he appears to be but is not. Oh no, the stallion is only shadow-spun and monstrous, at heart and in mind, he longed to become what they had never been, could never be – be what he had always been but had not known before. No, my shadow-stallion of blood and pearl was but a ghost-thing, hardly conceivable in the mind’s eye, hardly visible as he melted into shadow and doubts.

He could see the quiet surprise in her eye, the entwining dance of trite allure lingering in the coil of muscle and sinew beneath his neck, as he watched her and said no more, standing without touching her again, remaining without the urge to mar the perfection of her any more – because she was beautiful, perfect, too perfect for a monster such as he.

”Reasonable enough.”

Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you

[Poetic Sorrow]

She looked at him without saying anything. A nodd was given to his words. How ironic life is at times. It would seem that a dark sought out the light for answers and at the very same time, a light grappled with the darkness for the very same thing. Could Wyrd have planned such a thing? Or is this just that of two being so completely opposite that gravity has cursed them to be starcross'd? The thought-box within flickered with imagery that danced like a nightmare-without end or escape. ply put, everything that a being of light should not be. The burning within, has it consumed everything sweeping all from existence and squelching out that very last wisp of goodness? From the tableau breaking onto this planet, one would assume that answer would be... yes. A whipping sound was herd as banner snapped out into the air again and again. For a brief moment, the whole earth was swallowed by a sweeping of light from that crack bright enough that it seemed it was day. In that span, the source of the rocketing beat went unspotted. This was but another obstacle to be left behind and forgotten. Or if it was, it was simply dismissed. The small puddle of a pond was come upon and the reeds were snapped as path of the bulk was right between them sending the few aquatic beings to flee for their lives. The viscosity of the water's surface erupted from the impregnation sending a spray of droplets everywhere. An aud flicked slightl to catch the sounds but she paied no nevermind to them. Instead gaze was kept on him. Waiting for his answer. If there was to be one. Sometimes you just didnt need words. Acitons could speak louder then words.

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Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry

He was instinctive and reflexive, dark, foreboding and cat-like in his way - he slipped about her as a mere shadow, spun by dreams that had been broken and cracked, created by the dust and the hatred and the malevolence that every land contained, and that was him - he had little time for little else. And he was fear; fear itself - cold and dramatic and slithering and dark, such pure, pure, catastrophic darkness, and even this did not describe him, did not describe the hatred and the pain and the cruelty of him that could never be described in words, did not describe him in even a meagre way. Aasifa was Aasifa, and there was no other way of explaining it.

In the light he stood, watching her with a cold smirk turning up the corners of his lips. "Well, this is such an intresting converstion..." he paused voids still watching his lead. "How about we go on alittle walk?" his vocals weren't as harsh as normal but were calm and collect trying to get on Sorrow's good side for alittle bit aleast.

Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you