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ohio is for lovers - Oxy - 12-09-2014 You leave from the moon bitch disappointed and as hateful as ever. Fuck her. Fuck the stupid forest. Fuck the snow that ruined all your drugs. And fuck everyone else, too, for that matter. Except Snowflake. She’s always been great… it just took you a little while to notice. And so you go now from the forest with the intent to find her, except suddenly… suddenly you’re in a world of pain like you’ve almost never felt before- and you’ve felt a lot of pain. Your skin feels like it’s being pulled from your very bones, your center feels like it is alight with flames. Your organs are melting, your cells boiling, your brain frying from the heat. It kills you and you don’t know where it’s coming from. It is to be your downfall, you can just tell. You need her, you have to have her- “SNOWFLAKE!” Your voice is insistent, calling her to you, demanding that she come now because suddenly you’re certain you’re dying. You stumble through the forest back towards the falls. The trees change, become lighter and less dense, you hardly notice it. “SNOWFLAKE!” you bellow again, even though there’s no way she can hear you if she is in the Falls where she belongs. But still you stumble, somehow still alive despite the fact that your skin literally feels like it is being peeled inch by inch from your body. “SNOWFLAKE!” you scream as you reach the border, the pain evident within your voice. You need her, because you are dying. Is this payback for killing Krieger, for watching him fall to the ground and feeling no remorse as your hooves smashed down upon him? Payback for assaulting that mare with the foal? You shiver- you’re so hot you feel cold, and then suddenly… suddenly you know what you should do. Why didn’t you think of it before? You reach for your magic, it seems so far away but you find it, your drug magic, and you release it upon yourself. The spark in your mind is almost nothing, you can barely feel it, and the effect washes over you… And everything becomes… beautiful. @[Elsa]- Oh! Sorry for double tag! Just wanted to let you know that the weird hallucination stuff going on is due to the Moon Goddess and Oxy's quest. we all look for ways to make the pain go away RE: ohio is for lovers - Elsa - 12-10-2014
RE: ohio is for lovers - Oxy - 12-14-2014 She lands before you, but by the time she has arrived you are hallucinating a whole different type of world. Where once your skin was being peeled alive from your body, now you are seeing beauty in a way you’ve never seen it before and Snowflake is, by far, the most beautiful thing in the whole scene. Her voice is church bells, tinkling and chiming in the warm spring air. The muddy ground that your hooves sink down into isn’t muddy at all, but rather a field full of locoweed and those pretty purple flowers that you know so well. The pain is gone, the fire in your chest eliminated. You don’t know what happened, all you did was call upon your magic, but this is by far the best thing that has ever happened to you. And yet… somewhere in the distant fog of your mind, you can hear the annoyance in Snowflake’s voice. Lazily, your eyes drop to her, a goofy smile upon your face. She brought you here to this place, you just know it. And in your doped, half-hallucinating state of mind, you know exactly what to say to her- “I was dying… but it’s ok now. I love you.” The words drop in the air, words you never expected you would say to her, but here in this beautiful field with her amazing voice and the way she seems to sparkle in the bright morning light, the way the birds fly through the blue air, the way the warm air heats your skin and bones and soul… it just seems right. So you stumble forward and try to pull her close, sort of stumbling, and probably none too gentle with her at all, but she’s made the pain go away and she’s made everything that was ugly beautiful. Even the waterfall that you usually hate has some magic to it today. “Don’t be mad at me,” you try to murmur, sort of a little too loud, as you try to drape your neck over her back, hoping she’ll stop sounding so angry. You didn’t mean to make her mad… you don’t think. It doesn’t really matter now, everything is perfect. She’s here, everything is right. “I missed you.” For the first time in a long time you let yourself be vulnerable and don’t even consider the consequences. You don’t even bother to wonder if she’ll turn you away. @[Elsa] we all look for ways to make the pain go away RE: ohio is for lovers - Elsa - 12-15-2014
RE: ohio is for lovers - Oxy - 12-17-2014 With every step you take towards her, you tear down the steel wall that has been guarding your heart. You don’t mean to, but the rainbow of butterflies that flutter in your stomach and in the air demand it. The panels that have been surrounding it, giving it only enough room to beat the blood through your arteries, crack and crumble, turning to rust. The process should have taken eons- an eternity; the love that you feel and the trickery that the moon goddess plays on you now, though, speeds the process. The metal oxidizes, scatters to dust under its own weight, and slowly the red of your heart begins to show- and with it, the black of your soul. You love her, perhaps, but you are no knight in shining armor. You are the same crude man you have always been- the same crude man that you will always be. Love can break walls, but it cannot remold the most primal base of one’s personality. You let her settle underneath your neck where she wants to be… where you wants her to be. Her warmth presses against your muddied hide, revealing bones pressing out where muscles should be covering them more thoroughly. The winter has not been kind to you. Not that any season is. Will she shy away? Will she realize what a farce this is and twist away from you, suddenly disgusted? You wonder this, for the briefest of instants, as a phantom pain on your skin brings evil back into your heart. But it is only a moment, and that instant cannot ruin all the glory around you. You push the pain away and push yourself closer to Snowflake. Her scent as you inhale is intoxicating, her words an accent to the feelings that swell inside of you. It is spring, and you are a man, and the confessions of love, words blurted out without thought of the consequences, bring forward primal instincts. You begin nibbling along the crest of her neck, reminiscent of the night you spent in the caves not so long ago. Softly, you grumble into her ears, “I want you.” For once, you do not look around to see if anyone is watching. You do not worry about prying eyes, you do not fret if there are others. The magic sun, you’re sure, will keep you two safe. You are in a ray of light, your own special place, alone in the world… in your head, at least. But for now you are gentle. You did not give her a choice last time. And though you almost do not give her a choice now, you manage to hold yourself in for a moment longer, waiting for her response. @[Elsa] we all look for ways to make the pain go away RE: ohio is for lovers - Elsa - 12-21-2014
RE: ohio is for lovers - Oxy - 12-21-2014 What goes on in that vacuous head of yours? Do you imagine that she loves you as much as you love her, or do you imagine that she is playing a game? If you were not hallucinating at this moment, imagining mysterious swirling entities, butterflies, sunrays where there aren’t any, and all other sorts of nonsense, would you dare have opened your heart to her and expected reciprocity? You think not. You think you would have found her, your exchange the same boring type it had always been, and you would have shielded your feelings from her. So do you have to thank the moon goddess for this? Fuck that. She’s a bitch, anyways. Of course, Snowflake might give the moon goddess a run for her money in the bitch department. Her sarcastic answer to your words brings a smirk to your face, a grumble from your throat, and your answer comes quick, like you were waiting for those very words to fall out of her mouth. “I wouldn’t let you say no.” You try to say them sarcastically, to give an air that you are joking, but there is a tone about your words that makes it seem like you’re telling the truth. Dare she say no to your love, would you let her turn and walk away? You don’t think you would… Nibbling along her crest, grazing your teeth over her hairs and regretfully having to release her from your grasp under your neck, you moving along her body. Your steps are steady now, having not been intoxicated by locoweed in many months, and you don’t make any motions that you don’t intend to. Each step is purposeful, slow, dragging out the anticipation, driving yourself wild (and hopefully Snowflake as well). By the time you reach her rear, you can’t help but be a little brusque, swatting at her tail with her nose, demanding that she move it aside. You swing around so that you are facing the same direction as her, give her one last touch of your nose on her rump as warning, and then settle yourself onto her back. Your love has not become any gentler since last the two of you met, but the passion as multiplied. You are a brute… but you are a brute that loves your woman. @[Elsa] we all look for ways to make the pain go away |