{Here} I'am

[fisher]

Here I am
This is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am
Just me and you
tonight we'll make our dreams come true


COLD BLUE SCARS of lightening cut their patterns across the sky that lay thick with clouds that seemed to billow and grow with ever waking moment that slipped by; somewhere in the distance the tips of the blue electricity touched down to produce cracks and rolls of thunder that hummed across the airwaves like waves crashing upon the shore. All the earth seemed to produce an eerie air of a storm that moved slowly but surely toward the boarder of Borola. Once more a jagged blue scar cut through the heavens and lit the horizon to show off a foreign silhouette that moved along with the clouds toward the land ruled by the hellion whom held the name of Thable. This was Fisher’s shadow, this was the storms queen, this was the spawn of a ghost and an outlandish feminine.


It's a new world
It's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day
It's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am


Her pace was not slow nor was it quick, just smooth... fluid as she came to the borderline and paused there to let her gaze fall upon the vast expenses of dirt before her. And then the first drop fell, it fell to kiss her honey pelt, it fell to awaken that fire within her that yearned for the storm; that lusted for the lightening and longed for the thunder. Once more her peds slipped into motion to carry her across the sandy out stretch, into the terrain, boa arched, auditories leaning forward atop her skull. It seemed she was perfection, her form the perfect mixture of Mustang and Cob to give her a kind of regal look. A soft zephyr lifted into the atmosphere and danced through her tresses to bring them to billow like dingy silk hung out to dry on the line with the less delicate fabrics. Even her motion was that of perfection, like a waltz when others all dance in harsh line dances; each footfall was a beat in the perfect one two three, one two three.
But she was not perfection. To her own self she was the definition of ugly. Her picture was placed beside the explanation. Fisher was not near to perfection in her own head. Her damned mother is to thank of that.


Here we are
We've just begun
And after all this time our time has come
Here we are
Still going strong
Right here in the place where we belong


The rain fell harder now, each drop crashing to the ground with a resounding plop. And now the wind seemed to be building, the lightening constant and the thunder shaking the earth of which her peds came to touch every three beat. She came up a rise in the lithosphere and her frontals lifted to scratch, catlike, at the sky and her call erupted from her vocals into the atmosphere to clash with the warm rolling of the thunder; a harsh opera note against the soothing church choir. Her balancing act held for a moment or two before frontward peds came crushing back toward the now damp lithosphere. The storm queen had arrived summoned by the lord

[thalbe]

Silver shaded flints tapped the earth in a rhythmic pattern, the little flecks of dried dirt chaffed from the dusty soil. The smallest sliver of the burning sun peeked over hate large mountains edge as he exited the lands of claim, a burden lifted from his heart. Solitude had fled, now he had a companion that would never leave. He felt silly for making such a promise, but perhaps it did them both some good. A single promise. What harm could that do? The warm breeze began to pickup, nares flaring in excitement. It was spring, nearing summer. The rains had passed, perfection written clearly in the crystal blue sky. The chalky dirt soon faded to sprigs of greenery, and then to a large yellow Field. He took his time, he had only traveled through these lands twice. Finding his old path, the path he took to snag his first..... It troubled him still. How could he let her slip away so easily? He felt as if they had been separated for only hours, but he knew the hours had truly been days, weeks, perhaps months. A pang of guilt, had he done something to upset the Grey shaded minx? A simple wave of the dial, thoughts had been dismissed. Ivory threads tangled with the sharp grasses, green locus leaping from ear to ear. The geo had remained soggy as the heavy downpour left most terrain flooded. Fresh scents flooded the nares of Thalbe, thick haunches flexing with every move. Upon the horizon the adobe stood painted amounts the glorious forground, his sanctuary. Leggings lifted and curled, hinds catapulting him forward. Dial cranked slightly to the left as the right leggings jolted from beneath his well toned mass. Chunks of the deepest coco shaded Lome sprayed from behind the silver stag, threads of yin and yang stretching with the warm blankets of wind. Thin pelting of Thalbe began to slick with sweat, nares quivering at a steady rate. The warm winds became cool as the breaking against the flesh came a notch quicker. He was f l y i n g. Recklace and unmnageable, he felt free. Fores suddenly locked, hinds enfocring the skidding stop. The dust soon caught up, parting as the tiny grains tapped the rump and rounding the barrel to hug the fores. Hinds striaghtened, curvature rising. A pool laid in his path, this azure looking oh so welcoming. The left fore was pushed forward, the right quickly following. The same was preformed by the thick hind collums, slowly sumberging themselves in the cool liquid. His pace was slow as he crossed the large body of water, the dried sweat and dirt left behind. The adobe walls of his great canyon crept closer, his heart thumping a tad faster. Fisher.. He reached the edge of the pool, a sudden leap taken as he emerged from the liquid. Silver droplets flung from the threads and bod, the spray landing amoungst the yellowed greens. Irons hooves began the relentless pound once more, a harsh exhail of breath given every second. Dial cranked downwards, the thick forelock dripping down the plate of the dial. The first step was made, a loud echo against the hard stone flooring. Borola, I am here.

The gallop slowed to a collected trot, smooth switches preformed as the leggings churned. A dainty set of flints scattered before him, the scent of Fisher heavy in the region. A glimmer of hope, she was here...and his. He rounded the chalkey red corrador, emerging from the dark and into the light. dial rose slightly, taking in the scents around him. He moved on, large flints filling the little tracks fo the dainty Fisher. The orange orb hung high in the sky at this time, every shadow sent away. And there she was. The ivory nymph. Fisher. He sped up, moving silently as he crept behind the minx. Nares quivered slightly, the exhail presented. He neared the left shoulder, dial slowly carring to the relm of Fisher. "Hello there miss." The whisperes held a playful tone, he knew very well she knew who released such whispsers. A nip was placed at the nape of the neck before the hinds drug him backwards, a little lung carrieing him before Fisher. "Excuse my late arrival Fisher, a speedy one you have turned out to be." A warm look fell upon the features of Thalbe, now he was indeed content.

[fisher]

She saw him in the distance, just a blur at first, but already she had a grin slapped over her face, her head held high. She hadn’t noticed that he had been gone a long time. The smile, which had come to rest so gracefully over her face, seemed to grow as he complimented her. She hadn’t felt at home for such a long time, nowhere had actually felt like home. Along time ago, when she had played under her father’s feet as her mother battled, she had felt peace, but she had been young then, much young and much easier to please. So with soft eyes she watched him, moving forward to touch his shoulder gently. Her words were soft, light, yet they showed little but those very emotions.

“I wish to get home as fast as I could, dearest Thable “

She smirked a little as she called him dearest, hoping that it was obvious she was simply teasing. Not all mares fall love struck over a stallion and it was obvious that Fisher was the type to act more independent. Her eyes left him, to survey the ground once again, the lithosphere light under her hooves. She didn’t dance from his side, the sun reflecting off her pelt gloriously, her dainty head tossed in his direction yet again.

“So is it just you and me, or shall company be joining us? “

For some reason she hoped for company. It was good for one to have her own gender around to talk to. Although Fisher had a dominant streak and hardly ever felt the need to converse with another mare.
(Will finish after Thable)

[Sayuri]

_{This Life Is filled With H u r t
When Happiness Doesn't W o r k
Trust Me And Take My H a n d
When The Light Go Out You'll U n d e r s t a n d}

The early morning rays spread out over the lands of Lemorsea. The emeralds shone with the liquid known as dew, the vast blue yonder was lite with many shades of orange, red, and yellow as the citrus made it's journey into the sky. The lone bleach coated feminine stood amongst the emerald stalks. Wallowing in the beauty of a new morning. Charred dreads hung matted upon the curvature, whipcord played about the hocks. The ground was littered with fallen leaves from the oaks surrounding the meadow she was in. The muffled grumble from her stomach made her wonder when she had last eaten. She couldn't remember. With a quick glance about, curvature lowered, velvet muzzle snatching greedily at the long stalks. She chewed slowly savoring their succulent taste. Optics half closed as she continued eating. her long travel here had made her drowsy with sleep. She longed to curl up in the shade and rest. But she knew she couldn't. She really should be on her way to Borola. She had been told to go there when she first came here. She wasn't sure why and frankly she didn't care. It saved her a visit to Claiming. Limb's began to move, pace a brisk jog. Titaniums reflected the rays as she jogged along. Carina held aloft, gaze drifting about. The steady beat of the hooves upon emeralds filled the silence around the bleached figure. Winter it seemed had made it's presence known for the farther she traveled from the Joining lands the more she noticed the snow. It covered the Earth like a blanket, the orb's rays bounced off it's shiny porcelain surface. Feeling playful curvature bent and with her muzzle she flicked up the snow making it scatter about her. A soft nicker fled from the vocals and she took off, a flurry of snow left in her wake.

She wasn't even aware of drawing nearer to Borola until she was upon it. Pace slowed until limb's ceased all movement. Wide eyed she inspected the lands that were now her home. With one glance she concluded Borola was a sandy, rocky terra. The frigid temperatures that she had just traveled through seemed to have evaporated, a rare heat buzzed about the canyons of Borola, teasing her with the warmth that awaited her entrance.. Not much foliage seemed to be in sight, most likely from the hot humid temperatures. With a tentative step she crossed the border into Borola, the lands of canyons. Patches of palm trees and a small fresh-water pond were seen in the distance. Gaze drifted about, inspecting everything in her new home. There wass another small pond near the entrance, but it didn't look very clean for drinking. Perhaps it was used to cool off in?. As she moved along the emerald chasms inspected the shadowed crevices and once or twice she could of swore she saw something move within them. Warily she speed up her pace. The humid air caused a light layer of persperation to emerge from the pores, the sun's rays reflected off the droplets of sweat giving her canvas the illusion of being sleek and shiny.

Salmon lined nostrils inhaled the pungent odor that was Borola, she rather like the land and sooin she began to relax. That was until she caught the musky scent of bronc. A scent that seemed quite familiar. could it be? No. No it couldn't. No. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him. Then another aroma was smelled, but this one belonged to a feminine. So there was another feminine here? Enamels bit lightly upon her lower lip as she contemplated weather that was a good thing or a bad thing. I guess i shall have to wait and see. She thought to herself . With a shaky inhale she mustered up her courage and speed up her pace. Limb's extending to their full length, carrying her closer and closer until finally gaze was cast upon the forms of a dappled stallion and a buckskin mare. upon catching sight of the dappled stallion her breath caught in her chest. She froze. it was him. Thalbe. She rembered him so vividly, from her days when she had been more of a s.lut. At times she still was, but she had learned to control her desires. But dear Thalbe he had brought out the worst in her, and if she had it right she had even convinced him to come with her to the breeding grounds back in Entity, but at the last moment he came to his senses. Shortly after she had left him and entity. But she never forgot Thalbe, and even to this day she still held a yearning, a desire so deep it chilled her to the bone. She lusted for thalbe, yearned for him. Ached for him. A surge of emotions rushed throughout the pale vixen making her dizzy. oh god what was she going to do? Perhaps it was fate that they meet again, but what if he didn't rember her? Oh god, what if he did remeber her? thoughts buzzed throughout the elegantly chizeled crania, mustering up all her force she shoved them into the far corners of her mind. Inhaling sharply she set off once more. Drawing nearer and nearer to the two equines untl finally she was a mere couple of feet from them. She remained silent, watching them. And then finally she mustered up enough courage to speak. Her voice craked from lack of use as she utered the one hushed word. Thalbe. Her voice was a breathless whisper, emerald hued orbs sought out his. would he rember her? Oh god please say he did. Limb's brought her petite mass towards his, and with a slow stretch of the boa, velvet muzzle gently brushed against his. she was totally oblivious to the other feminine, she was lost in a world of her own. Memories from the last time they had meet rushed throughout the crania. Optics half closed and she breathed in his musky odor, suddenly she relized what she was doing and stepped back. She had made a promise to herself to never again travel down that path. To never again go back to her seducting ways. There was more to life than sex and now that she found Thalbe., well she could see herself going back to what she had once been. Enamels bite lightly on the lower lip, this was all so confusing. She wanted Thalbe with a burning need that sent chills down her spinal. But she knew that if she stayed with him, slowly but surely she would transform back into that seductress she had been in her younger days. Could she face the mockery again? The hateful glances from the other mares as she sauntered off with their stallions? and then she made up her mind. If it meant being with Thalbe again. Then yes. She would. All she wanted was to be with him. It was all she needed.

occ done with 1,187 words. i rather like this post content wise atleast. Sayuri was invited by Thalbe just so everyone knows.

[thalbe]

Flecks of white swirled around the pair of equines, the beige and silver. Tis the season, no? Leggings stilled before the coco minx, ebon draperies flowing down the sloping region of the boa. How had he landed such a fae? In the dead of winter. A soft sigh escaped the maw of Thalbe, puffs of ivory shaded clouds pulling away from his form.



[saving, haha i had started it kinda. finishing after tala]

[fisher]

Chocolate orbs danced underneath her eyelids, the pure joy of having a home to run was only just settling. Bo arched slowly as she took in the scents that would forever calm her. This is it, the end of the line, the big finale, this was Fisher's sercurity blanket. Lids lifted and eyes turned onto to the silver tht stood beside her. " I thank you so much, Thable. you don't know what this means to me." Fisher stepped a bit closer, tking in his form and then slowly gave the stag a nuzzle. Her dial moved abit closer to his ears, whispering." Now come play, while it still snows." She silently ordered, jumping back and waiting for a reaction from her king.

(Will finish after Thable.)

[Sayuri]

hello?