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Post by rapture ™ on Dec 27, 2007 8:31:43 GMT -5
you made me so complete dear, but you left me so alone here,
hang a noose for my new sinner somewhere everyone can see it... Loneliness. What a strange word. Many claim to feel it, but do they really? Have they ever looked to the stars and just screamed? Screamed because simple words can never express the utter anguish that twists their very being? The pain is nearly unbearable as its iron fist closes over your heart, crushing it. Your throat burns with words that have no escape as your eyes are seared with tears that have yet to fall.
It begins as a slight tremor, growing until your entire body quakes, shaking until you can no longer hide it. Your heart beats, the pathetic muscle pumps on, a lonely thunder that echoes within the hollow shell of a pathetic body. Your soul cries for release, for escape from this perfect hell. Your skin yearns for another's touch, a loving caress, a simple hug as their arms wrap around your body. Your ears strain to hear that everything will be fine, even when it won't. In the same thought, you balk from this closeness, wish it and fear it. This iron hand further tightens around your heart. You want to scream, to cry, to shout to the skies and fall to your knees, begging for the pain to go away, for the torment to end. As you wish this, you feel the hope draining, feel the helplessness seeping into your core. It is then that you realise that you can do nothing to escape it.
She was weak, weak in her moment of heartache. She missed her family and friends more than ever. But she couldn't go back. Not now, not ever. She had to be strong, but how could one be strong when they felt so weak? This hopelessness was strange to the young mare, made her even more lost than she had ever been. Her eyes were wild, searching. Where is she going, where had she been? Her heart continued to thunder on its own, longing for another's to beat beside it.
Pale blue eyes glimmered from behind a veil of pale hairs, bright against a background of mahogany fur. Her coat was a strange one, beautiful in some eyes. It seemed as if someone had collected snow-white paint and had thrown it at a sorrel goddess. The pale liquid would have spilled from her cheeks down her throat, the milky trail ending near the middle of her chest. It would have then spread along her belly, splashing up like waves tickling a boat. Finally, it would have traveled up those slender legs, completely coating them. It wouldn't do good to forget about those golden dapples that were scattered atop her body, either. She was beautiful. She didn't know.
It was sudden, her stopping. She merely stood there in the half-light of the early evening, cool eyes sliding over the scenery. If Fate would have it, another would come, if not, then she was meant to be alone. She would have to deal with it, most likely to become one of those crazed hags that stories speak of. A shuddering sigh whispered from her lips, disappearing into a soft wind. Waiting. But for what? Only time could tell, and He wasn't speaking. ...and you left me so in love here, you left with so much hate dear
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Post by tempest on Jan 7, 2008 15:14:05 GMT -5
[shadow=gray,left,300]Raven stallion run as the war rages on[/shadow] [glow=black,2,300]
Heartache. Ah, it was such a...grasping thing. Loneliness, was it not company enough in itself? If so, it never appeared that way. And the bad thing was, loneliness was anxiety's front door at times. It was loneliness that drew the stallion away from his newly claimed land. What was land without company? Company, yes it was what he sought despite his strength. No matter size, age, breed, or gender all felt a twinge of loneliness from time to time and it's fingers probed even Destrier's grayed heart. Unlike most equine here at this wild place, he hadn't always been so free. War raged in his mind at times, memories as haunting as loneliness itself.
Yet it was memories that increased his loneliness and desire to be near another. Daggers thudded softly on the chilled earth, who welcomed the sun's warmth as it rose to it's thrown slowly. Dawn, it was Destrier's favorite time of day. In his soul, Dawn brought a warmth not aided by the sun's. If any could be in love with such a thing, the towering warrior was surely caught in love's threshold. He held a flaming, unsurpassed passion for Dawn, it was his happiness, his longing. His lover, in a manner of speaking. A tremor crept over his ebony cloak, and the sun suddenly glimmered on it's usually defying darkness.
Bliss, in this case walked so closely with his sorrow. As he stepped threw shadowed trunks into the emerald field beyond sadness leaked threw his joy. In his weakness, the stallion seemed to mentally rear against the pain. His mind told him if someone saw this they would be condescending upon it; but his physical state showed nothing of his fleeting agony. Even if it slivered into his presence, the sorrow was professionally hid. No-one could hear the screams.
It was then that the raven depths of his eyes beheld another. Whipcord swished absentmindedly as he noted her presence nearby. Light slipped threw the Fae's shuddering aura to play across her. To him it seemed chestnut patches had cursed her white coat. She was beautiful, even in her depressed condition, and unlike his usual response to other beings, his gaze was soft and lacked any scrutiny. She, like himself, appeared pained by an inner strife and with none to behold her, her lovely features were wrought with despair. As the hueless stallion stood, he felt thewind toying with the threads of his crimped banners, and he might have even displayed his own misfortune in his commonly indifferent visionaries.
[/glow] [/size][/center] [shadow=gray,left,300]Can you hear the[/shadow] [shadow=red,left,300]screams[/shadow] |
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