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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 7:19:24 GMT
A slight smile arose at the side of his face.
"and I am like you..."
he was interested in her. SHe was unlike the other mares... she was like him. Would she want him? He wondered. He understood everything she spoke... but to him... he was never wanted... he had to make a place for himself in the world...
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 7:22:21 GMT
She snapped back to reality with a shocked expression. "Oh, no... no... you're not..." she stammered, then regained the steely, inpenetable quality to her voice. "You're a stallion. A brute with one thought in mind and no other. All stallions are the same. There are no.. exceptions. Only illusions." She tossed her head, refusing to hope. Hope had deceived her many times before. Hope was a silly little thing that balanced on the tip of a spire- and could topple, and take you with it. She would not grasp for the near-impossible.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 7:24:12 GMT
"Tell me, what is that one thought in my mind right now?"
he questioned her. she probably knew the answer. it was her that was in his mind.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 7:32:25 GMT
She gave a mischevious, almost wry smile, with a touch of sadness. "Why, as it is with all stallions. Survival- meaning, to spread foals, in any way possible. That's the only thought i've ever encountered in a stallion's perspective." It was a stinging remark, but to her, the honest truth.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 7:38:16 GMT
"I have not yet taken in a mare, not even a foal yet... and i am older than the oldest inhabitant of this island..."
he looked at her, sadness glowed in his golden eyes.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 7:41:23 GMT
"And what, you want me to get down on my knees with pity for you? give you my spirit, my body, for the purpose of foals and glory? Nay! Nay! See? See how it all comes down to the one thing."
Nervous now, beyond her comprehension, she wheeled and galloped towards the tree cover, trying to run away from the stallion and his scary new hopeful thoughts... his dreams... his.. his.... impossible goals.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 7:50:22 GMT
Tiger placed his head and nibbled at the grass, playing with a strand, lipping it around with his tongue. His voice again rung loud and clear.
"As I said once before, 'Do Not Pity Me.'"
He raised his head. He remembered the mare of long ago who had caught his attention... she had broke his heart. His eyes flared wildly, the wind picked up and his mane danced along, rage and grace combined into one. He loooked toward the mare and walked towards her. He wouldnt ever push his will on another... so he stood there, in front of her. He was in range for her to hurt him and he knew this. He left himself vulnerable as he looked at her, his eyes blazing from the dying sunset.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 7:53:54 GMT
Afraid now, she wheeled and ran back at him, veering off slightly to hit his shoulder with hers. Again she ran toward the trees, blindly, trying to get out of his way, to escape from the confines of his ideas.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 7:56:32 GMT
He followed her, his eyes watching her every movement. He wanted to be with her and he would stop at nothing until he got her.... but again he had patience... he would wait for her forever. He walked towards her again adn this time rubbed her cheeks with his lips...
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 8:02:15 GMT
Was she going mad? Was it that each time she must drive herself to the tip of mental breakdown, and then after all her efforts to disinterest the stallion, she'd intoxicate them? It was disturbing.. scary. And this one was smarter then most. As if electocuted by his touch she moved away, eyes rolling, hooves clattering in uncomprehension. She ran blindly now, with no goal in mind but to get as far away from the stallion as possible.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 8:05:44 GMT
He followed at a slow canter to give her time to breathe... to think everything over... to figure herself out. He followed loyally, his body lean and strong, gallant and handsome. It was almost night now... his hooves thudded lightly, almost silently. The moon above made his scars shine golden... his body black and sleek. He was a beautiful creature under the moon... he was a poisonous beauty... a black rose... look, but one cannot touch.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 8:08:36 GMT
She increased her speed with each stride. Fatigue did not catch her. No, only after hours of constant running did she feel the ache of tiredness. A slight whistle was emitted from her mouth at every step, a grunt of effort to take herself further.
Afte countless stops she stopped and wheeled down into a small narrow rock-overhang to catch her beath, leaning her sweaty flank against the granite. She slowly began to regain her head, her panic subsiding.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 8:10:22 GMT
He watched her from a small cliff above. He smiled at the thought of being with her. His eyes closed and opened, his heart beated with and with that touch from back then, his heart had skipped a beat. He allowed her to rest... only for a few minutes... only till she regained her breath and thought things out.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 8:17:13 GMT
Each heartbeat slowed her speeding mind, and her breathing went slower, until her flanks rise and fall and breathing were rythmic. She bought herself into rest, then drowsy sleep, then into a deep slumber of exhaustion, both mental and physical. Her body craved it, as did her mind.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 8:18:05 GMT
He laid down on the cliff and waited until she was fast asleep... once in her peaceful slumber he came down and laid somewhat near her... to not give her a fright when she woke up...
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 8:23:27 GMT
Her eyes flitted open suddenly, in the dead of night. At first the day's past events evaded her- and then with a snap, she remembered. She too saw the dim form of the stallion in the dark. Furious, she growled, "Do not stalk me! Either take me or leave me... but do not drive me mad!" Her eyes rolled, her breath heavy with furious fear.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 8:25:33 GMT
He stood up and walked toward her, his shadow growing bigger with each step closer. He laid down behind her, his warm body against hers. He leaned his head in towards her ears, "then i shall take you." he whispered soothingly. He rubbed his head up and down her neck and groomed her.
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 8:36:24 GMT
Her body convulsed in a paroxysm of hate, fear, and physical discomfort. She tried to move away, but discovered the wall, that she had thought would give her safe anchorage, had only obstructed her escape.
She hung her head- in defeat, for now. But when daylight dawned, the war would rage on.
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Post by christina on Mar 2, 2005 8:39:12 GMT
"whats wrong?"
he asked. He pulled his leg out and pushed up her face.
"your a beautiful mare... i want to know more about you... I'll tell you anything about my past... if you'd like to know."
he nipped her lightly behind her neck and rubbed his face against hers.
"dont be afraid... dont resist me."
he whispered... the reflection of the moon shone through his golden eyes... at it's peak, it was a brighter golden then ever...
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Post by Demon Siren on Mar 2, 2005 8:45:06 GMT
Her words were icy, full of hated, unwilling but nonresistant. "I barely have a past. I used to be in a corral with the two-leggeds, with my sire and dam, who used to race all the time. They thought I was all special because of my coat-color. One day one of the wild stallions came in and kicked down the fence, let me and my mother out. He got in a fight with my father. My father, Braiquest, was in peak condition, but had never faught before. He was beaten easily."
Her eas flitted foward, eyes downcast, head bobbed. "Then I ran away. And i've been running ever since. And no, i have no wish to learn about your... past." she spat. "Now bring me to my home... i will not canter around behind you... bring me to you lands and leave me there while i plot a way to get away from you."
She said it with an icy serious tone, no humor in her voice.
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