resplendence
and i'll find strength in pain and i will change my ways
Res's feet plodded along the icy ground below her feet. She had to admit that it wasn't near as bad as it could be for the summer sun was beating down upon the terrain, but it was still dangerous. Her head was held higher, much higher, than before and her banner was swaying out majestically behind her. Her audit pricked up and she didn't even attempt to hide the missing ear. Have them look if they want to, it was something that made her, well, her. And, you could never change that. So, humming a light song on her lips she stretched out and moved forward as if she were dancing. Feet picking up and snapping in place with such a majestic feel someone who didn't know her would believe that she had always dawned herself with such a sense of nobility. Birds joined into the song, flying beside her head and the mare who used to be scared of everything didn't flinch. But that was a lie. This wasn't the same mare. She was completely different. Such confidence radiated from her very frame. And, even though she was dirtied so much along her back that it hid her intricate lacing she held such an air of importance few animals stayed hidden with the desire to not investigate the noises. Of course, there were few noises coming from her feet, minus the ever cracking ice and slight splashes of puddled water clinging up around her feet. Who, really, was this mare? She was so different. Yet, it all felt so right. Well, minus the thoughts of killing pooling in the crevices of her mind. The thought of pounding her hooves into the scampering animals skulls and listening to the sickening crunch. Res's stomach churned at such thoughts, but the smug grin still spread across her face like wildfire, lighting up all of her features. She wanted a challenge. Something to do. She had been too still for too long. She could feel it in her joints as pranced along, eyes darting toward a cave. Good. She would have somewhere to stay the night should she feel like sleeping somewhere safer. Though, she had to admit, that sleeping on the ice would be rather cold and unfortunate. One flick of her ear and she spun on her haunches at the sound of more ice crunching. Feet squarely planted into the sodden earth as she narrowed her eyes. Who dared sneak up upon her? A low snort escaping her nostrils as she peered around, ear pinning instantly. They thought they could sneak up on her. The stupidity of that creature. But, with a small squeak and a big bushy tail a squirrel emerged with one of the last nuts available to the area. Lowering her head she snapped out at the foul creature, watching as it scampered off at the warning and then stood. Stood and waited. She didn't need water. She didn't need food. She just needed something to challenge her. She needed something to play with. 508 words this would be DoppleRes for Diesel|| Poison |
[PRIVATE] !! Flux and Flow [Diesel]
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05-20-2013, 08:55 PM
06-03-2013, 01:41 AM
The ice underneath his hooves echoed throughout the forest. It was unnatural, Diesel thought, yet he felt compelled to expand his horizons. Surely his one love couldn’t only be for the forest. Maybe he just needed some time to adjust. After all, even though this new land was most interesting, it wasn’t quite like home. The forests…tasted different here.
Nothing to be done. It was over. Finished. He was here now and he needed to make the best of it. A noise caught Diesels attention. He stilled, his breath fogging the air in front of him. Then her scent catches him. that girl! Diesel flipped around, his gaze sweeping over the forest until he spied her. That pretty, quite little female. Diesel whickered, dropping his weight low in his legs, trying to make himself appear smaller. He knew she frightened easily, and the thought of scaring such a tiny creature offended all of his sensibilities. On a normal day, with a normal creature, he wouldn’t care. But this one…she was different. There wasn’t a mean bone in her little body. He wanted her, he realized as he viewed her interaction with the small animal. Her wanted her to only come to him when she needed protection. He wanted her to trust him to keep her safe. Damn her. With an irritated, yet sweet exhalation Diesel made his way over to the pretty girl. Her eyed her as he walked to her, his hooves hopefully alerting her to his presence. With a quite whicker, he bobbed his head. His cropped mane blended so well with the winter around them that one would only think to see a black splotch of ink against the snow. His eyelashes though…disobeyed the laws of shades of white. Vivid and snowy, the stood out against his white half-mask like little, beautiful slivers of ice. His hooves protruded from his curtain of feathers like a sliver of coal hidden in the snowbank. It was annoying, how ill-well he hides in this world of winter. About as well, he imagined, a shy horse would in a time of war. Perhaps worse. He exhaled and stared at resplendence, his silver eyes narrowed. She should notice him any time now. Hopefully she wasn’t waiting for … that male. That one who diesel felt he could best in a fight easily. He jus thad yet to prove his theory. He prayed she was alone. -issosorrymylifeishecticmess- <3
06-03-2013, 08:49 PM
06-18-2013, 01:05 AM
He swiveled his ears the mares way, the sound of her voice like the creek during autumn. Soothing.
He moved towards her little more, his hindquarters shifting as he disbalanced his weight. "Hello. My name is Diesel. I believe we may have met before...but perhaps I have you mistaken for another." he didn't. He knew this female from her scent, her beautiful locks. Her size. She was protectable. She needed someone to protect her. He wanted to be it. Switching his thoughts to a different area, Diesel let the surrounding tell him of the creatures around. Simple things. Little things. Nothing of importance. Aside from the female. The wind changed, dragging her intoxicating smell away from Diesel. He took another cagey step towards her, his ears flickering as he tried to catch her scent again. There was something about her that drew him. It still puzzled him. Surely he should be cautious around others...and he was. Just not around her. Around her his caution had more to do with fear of hurting her, instead of vise versa. Never would he admit to being scared of hurt. Not physical hurt though. That didn't even phase him. He was too damaged to care what his body looked like. no, the kind of hurt he feared was that that cannot mend. broken hearts and anger. Betrayal and hate. That is what he feared. CC...i'm sorry! I'm so busy arrrrgghhhh!
06-22-2013, 05:33 PM
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