Taste the Poison

[apoc]

It's the same old story
I've seen it all too many times
It's the fall from glory
that makes you feel...

Silence. Such a fragile thing. Shattered by the soft thunderings of hooves like mini claps of thunder in the distant grey skies came her tone. The tempo set by only she blasted the litho to submission in one fell swoop, her glare was strong, holding the weight of much sorrow indeed, one could see the pain in her eyes. Powerful stilts churned a steadier rhythm beneath the bulk of her massive bodice, though elegant and flowing like the sands of time they were, muscles flexing as her weight pressed upon them in shifting strides. She was gorgeous, yes, but every rose has its thorns, ne? Aye, and she was quite possibly the best at hiding hers. The emotionless gaze she held now flung her soft features into smooth glances of an angelic sort, seductive to the razor's edge she was, but beneath the beautiful hide there was something more. Something darker than the most vast imaginations could contemplate.

Place your needle to the record, stab it down
it feels good to be the one to break the skin
so look at me now, look at me now, yeah
you're face down, tell yourself you're happy once again
right now you need this more than anything
but it's never enough, it's never enough for you

And it's the same old story
I've seen it all too many times
It's the fall from glory
that makes you feel alive

The feathers of ebon that tangled about her daggers flung themselves forth then gently tied back to hang limp, as if reaching for the ground they were beaten against, grasping for the freedom they would never have. Just as she had done, and look where that had gotten her...nowhere. Falling to a sudden jolting hault her brow furrowed to a tight ridge upon her features, her nares flaring to the too familiar scent. She wasn't alone, but that's not what bothered her. How she longed to beat down any damn bastard who thought they were better than all the femmes who so willingly lay their heads beneath his hooves. Oh how wrong he was, they were, they are. She was alone because she was not able to be conquered, they hated her for that, because she wouldn't break to their will. A sharp, piercing glare stemmed abroad into the greying atmos in a near challenge as a hard snort thrust forth and she tossed her crania. The muscles in her chest flexed in anger and disdain as she cast her lids shut and turned to the east. Auds melted away to her skull in sheer defiance of the way things must be. She was not meant for this concept of 'love' and she never would be. If anything, she loathed them all. Not once had she found a stag she felt even an ounce of 'love' for....well, not since she was younger anyways. She would not allow herself to think of him, how she hurt for him, how she got that feeling in her stomach when she looked upon him. No, she wouldn't think of him. The pain of her past began to sting and her face contorted even more into a grimmace of pain. She could taste its poison, coming, spreading through her heart once again. How it pained her. Agony.

And you know the hardest truth can flow like water now
break down, the moment that it touches your mouth
So place your lips against the bottle, take it down
it feels good to lose control of everything
but I wasn't myself, I wasn't myself, she said

And it's the same old story
I've seen it all too many times
it's the fall from glory
that makes you feel alive

It's the same old story
I've seen it all too many times
but it's not what you wanted

Can anyone feel? can anyone see?
Yeah, can anyone taste the poison we need?
that we need...

Holding her breath, the familiar burning began to mingle in her chasm, and she let it go in a deep exhale, nares flared wide with the expanse. Her optics of a deep obsidian flung open in a seering glare of both betrayal and temptress style seduction. She knew how to make them work, and she knew how to make them weak in the knees. She was surreal. Haulting once more to cast her mug to the skies at an angle, a caniving smirk drew clear upon her facade and her cascading tresses flickered against her arching nape as the breeze sinched her thoughts and heart shut. Flicking her plume in one violent snap the words of a deep hatred flew forth slowly, almost unwillingly, to draw out their attention, to tease them you could say.

"Brutes who care to 'waste their time', I have come. Dare you walk this tight rope?"

The smirk held back a slight chuckle at her last words. She had never before called the attempt of winning her over a 'tight rope' thought that's basically what it was. Make it accross without stumbling and you may get what you're looking for. Stumble, make her angry, and you fall. One chance, unless you can catch yourself. Slowly bringing her mug back to tuck neatly against her chest as it heaved in one deep breath, she cast her auds forth and they swerved atop her chisled spire. How she loathed this part, the waiting part. A regal pose she held, chest pushed forth and her sloping flanks pushed her rears out slightly, the classic pose of one such as she, though she dare not say she meant to. Her ribs peeked through in ridges along her barrell as she inhaled, the galant ebony pelt shimmering as light pressed the reliant shadows from her figure. Her kinked forelock cast itself to the side, falling over her optic to the left, and she smirked as it hid her intentions to the deepest of desires. Those petty bastards don't know what's coming to them.

So place your needle to the record, stab it down
it feels good to be the one to break the skin now
you're face down, this is what you wanted
this is what you wanted, this is what you wanted
and I know, but we've lost control...
Here we go!

Yeah, can anyone feel? Can anyone see?
Yeah, can anyone taste the poison we need?
Yeah, can anyone feel? Can anyone see?
Yeah, can anyone taste the poison we need?
that we need, that we need, yeah, that we need

[lupa]

It's three miles to the river
That would carry me away,
And two miles to the dusty street
That I saw you on today.

From the grotto shroud laid so neatly across the atmosphere dawned the solas, shirking the luna and daring it to rebel against the vermilion fingerings caressing the light to take hold, and bane the darkness away for yet another day. The dew upon the blades of grass formed amidst the chaotic time table, and slowly, against their will, disappeared into the nothingness, relieved from the burdenous weight, the green sleeves drew erect and proud again, from their slumped composure to great the sun in all its glory, yet, the moon was not to be fooled yet, it would be back to claim the heavens for its own deeds, and spite the sun’s warm rays, in place for its soft, irridescent glow, hollow enough to chill one to the bone, yet so inviting to one prone to darkness, one who recoils from the light, and trophs the stars. One such as that was none other than the shadowy silouette looming in the distance, atop the gnoll he surveyed the claiming terrace, and its emptiness. A heavy sigh was issued from his chambers as the proud sire shook thrice to relieve his damp coat of the moist droplets having formed during the nocturne. So subtle were the hints of lavender and chamomile, the herbs of the wood, growing densely within the field, and the wooded glenn overflowing like a wave with honey suckles, bees buzzing merrily about their path destined for one path, death by one sole sting.. Pity.

It's four miles to my lonely room
Where I will hide my face,
And about half a mile to the downtown bar
That I ran from in disgrace.

Having given ‘is morning prayer to the Great Epona above, who roamed the heavens, and the stars, who visited with the dead, and mourned the living, Shalimar picked ‘is way down the steep grade, careful as to where he placed the sturdy flints, braces guiding his graph indefinately step after step, stride after stride. Keen audits flittered to and fro like radio towers picking up distinct frequencies, some distorted, they discarded being from some beast whose language and prose was unknown to he and his like. But, some where cherished, and studied, like the shrill of another, taking in the reference of tone, what they meant, pitch, of mascu or wench, mayhap of tempo, be it a foal, in prime, or at the verge of death. None could truly know completely without the addition of scent, and preferably, sight. So as he made it into the valley, the lone equine waded barrel-deep into the sea of flowers, with ever cool gale, the sea sprung to life, the intoxicating poppies sending out their parfum to the world about them, and the lilies giving to those around them the sweet, floral scent. So tenderly he avoided the plants that he could, for they may be the future of his race, today was a fine day to he indeed.... too fine he surmised.

Lord, how long have I got to keep on running,
Seven hours, seven days or seven years?
All I know is, since you've been gone
I feel like I'm drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feel like I'm drowning,
Drowning in a river.

The serenity of the flower laiden garden of Eden was almost improbable.. Too perfect.. Something would occur, something would break that peace of mind, and snap him back into reality. To the reason that he is dark, to why he must watch his back, to the reasons that he hated other equi, to why he must avenge another, and their crime. Sap the life out of others, taste the metallic rouge, let its plasma slide down his throat, no matter how revolting the taste may be, he had to grin, and bear it, no matter the cost, or pain. For to hesitate was to submit yourself, to submit yourself to another, was certain death. Caught in mid thought, and amber globes in a gaussian blurr the brawn stud hadnt paid true attention to where his pegs were leading he. Aye, mayhap he had better paid closer attention, for he was too.... OOF. Yes, he had bumped into something soft... and warm... and oh my god it was shrilling at him! Without hesitation he jolted back, lofted his bodice in a tense response, curled back those velveteen curtains and bared his dentins to match the other. Who dared to be in HIS path?? Who? Alas a fool it twould be most indeed! To be where he was walking.. Proposterous! Though, after focusing his pupils, and honing in onto his opponent he viewed something that would have knocked him off his pegs if he hadnt been stanced.

I wish that I could hold you
One more time to ease the pain,
But my time's run out and I got to go,
Got to run away again.

It was a female, a femme, a femmora, a wench, a harlot, a female! Yes, he had said that twice.. Oh what was wrong with him? Ah, and a dark he was suppose to be! If a stud could have blushed, this one would have, but instead he remained emotionless after collecting his haphhazardous composure. Eying her calmly he deduced that she was here on the matter that most femmes often were.. To be claimed.. Claimed? You don’t say... he muttered distastefully to himself. A grand first impression I have made.. Ye? Ye... An awkward silence had formed between the two, and he felt the one to break the ice..

Greetings stalker of the nocturne, one cloaked in obsidian, what be your calling? If you feel so inclined I shall speak to you of mine.. Lord Shalimar.

Still I catch myself thinking,
One day I'll find my way back here.
You'll save me from drowning,
Drowning in a river,
Drowning in a river of tears.
Drowning in a river.
Feels like I'm drowning,
Drowning in the river.

[apoc]

It’s a silent murder
It’s a grave that sings your song
It’s a quiet failure
It’s the one that makes you strong

Slowly to the distance the sun rose, its shining rays kissing her ebon pelt as her muscles tensed, she shifted, and her knees locked strong to hold the weight she forced upon them. Honers atop her chisled spire slowly radiated about, one to the left, the other ahead, and they too shifted to the vibrations that swept the scape about her. Lifting her mug slightly to the sky in a sort of creed that she had once made, she let the sun soak her flesh to the bone, the bitter scowl upon her soft features dripped away to the abyss from which it had come, and she let her eyes fall shut. A sudden jerk of her nares brought them flaring to the scents of day, flowers, grass, dew, other life. She hated it yet couldn't live without it. Silence wrapped its cold bony fingers around her throat and she opened her eyes with a flick of rage, honers flickering back as she stumbled forth naught but a step before she caught herself. A devilish sneer flew forth with reckless abandon as she pulled back her libriums and threw her spire about to face the opponent, kinked tresses cascading mysteriously over her shoulder as her rears shifted over one another to bring her side to face this....brute? What the hell...

We are heading down a long empty road
We pass lost souls blinded by the cold

Watch the fire burn out
Watch the curtains slowly close
Waiting on the final words your heart already knows

Her rabid sneer slowly faded to a stare of disbelief, her auds laced to her skull before they lifted, catching his tune, and her great blank eyes glistened as she soaked up his form. Lappets fell to cover her ivories once more before she tossed her mug just lightly enough to fling her forelock out of her vision, and she replied with a cold emotionless tone.

"Ahh, Lord Shalimar. I be known as Apocalypse. Though my title is no longer one of such grandness, I still bear it with fierce pride."

Indeed he was of impressive appearance, but were his thoughts strong enough to retain a whit to match the bulk? Let's hope so. Mindlessly she flicked her whip accross her flank, and another gap of silence was held against her throat like a knife, the warm trickle of blood she would have felt was instead a cold drop of water running down her nape and chest, chilling. Searching now his eyes instead of his stature, that surprisingly matched hers, she found what others found in her own. Nothingness. His cold hard pools were filled with a sort of haze that one could get lost in, and that did not limit her from being like the others in one way. She was drowning, though in what she could not say. Catching herself after moments of blank stares, she furrowed her soft brow into a rigid fist upon her facade, and diverted her stance. Unlocking her foreleg, she lifted it, pawed the litho once, and angled her bod with his. Never before had she felt an ounce of comfort around stags, the bastards they are, but this discomfort was of a different sort. Goddamnit.

We are heading down a long empty road
We pass lost souls blinded by the cold
By the cold

It’s a silent murder
It’s a grave that sings your song

ooc: sry its shorter...my muse is gone, but teh lupe understands, buaha ^_~

[[E]den]

-tapes tag to Apocses- Will make postie later!

-MINE-

[[E]den]

Bruthen of mahogany lining came within the ess of these lands. Claiming.. Oh the fun within eh? Nares flinched as inhalence took place. 'e discovered another femme within these realms. Perhapse she was decent.. perhapse not. But she would bow down to his ass. For sure. He had let too many femmes walk all over him. And now he would just give the same in return.
Dense ocules formed over the geo wich lay ahead.. Along with a femme. Her shined coat reflected to him. Dial cocked with the oddness in her coloring. Crania bobbed with the motions in trot. He came into her view.. Slowing a few feet from the wrench. Optics of grey bore into hers. The never ending flame burned within his. Never would it be put out. There wasnt enough water to quench the burning myths of the flame....

but when a long train of abuses, and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, envinces a design to reduce them with absolute despotism. it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and provide new guards for their future security... No one really talked that way anymore. This shitty world.. Is falling to pieces. And all knew that.. But none even tried to stop the disaster wich lie ahead. He searched the femmes expressions. Giving off none of his own. Dial tipped with the respect he dued. But he would snap back.. Oh wrench. Dare you speak tones into my aud? Ill shread your pelt before you can even say 'sorry'.

'Lo femme. My dubbance be of Belagio. Where i reside, is not of matter.. As long as i am lead of that, in wich you should know. Femmes are needed within the lands i rule. Shall you lie here? Or shall you follow a leader? Speak wrench!! I shall not waste time!! I take no shit.. So i suggest you give none.

Ocules bore into hers. Brows wrinkled. He was tense.. But he gave off a seriouse emotion. Cord lightly beat against his hock. Banner flew with the motions of the wind. Nares flared.. Air was drawn in and out. All was still. All was silent. Im gonna paint a pretty picture. A picture with a twist.. Ill paint it with a razor, ill paint it on my wrist. Sly smirk was to be seen pon the blackened maw of his. Dominant position took place. Belagios the name. Please do wear it out. For you'll be begging at the name..

Dance dance before my eyes wrench. You shant get the respect you deserve. You.. bow down! You earn this crap from me. Dont think you know the game.. For i have my very own set of rules. Tick-Tock, times awastin. Question my authority? Ill smack this ruler across your palm. A sigh of exhaustion and annoyence seeped through his muzzle. Pestering flies stung pon his back. Placing their suctions into his skin.. Audits laied back and attention drew towards them. Crania shook and his fowardness was to the femme again. Ocules as well as audits searched her for something.. Speechless and redundant eh? Dial bobbed with the cooling sensation. The sun.. began to pour over the horizon. Blue, turning to darker blue, spread across the sky. Soon the night would fall.. To his relief. Not only is darkness fear, but it is full of mystery. Both to his likings.

Its hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye.

[ooc: dont mind the ugliness in that post -points up- ]

[apoc]

Honers laced flat to her chisled skull as she heaved and thrust a fore to the side, shifting to face this new comer, her glare etching sharply through the haze and into his grey eyes. He was clinging to what power he had, ne? Aye, silly fool. Feathers latched to her daggers flew about her piston in fury as she dug it sharply into the litho with one swift stomp forth, her mug tossing as a sneer pulled forth and her ebon pelt shimmered like a glistening sheen in the morning dew as the falling sun cast its hatred upon the soil. At the raged toss of her spire came the silent waterfall of ebon swirling down and about her shoulder, rippling muscle of tensed fighting and bruises and scars of her past lay thick upon her soul and pelt, like a warning to any like him. A sly grin laced itself upon her velvety lips as her thick vox, like honey, spread forth with a false warmness and welcome to this stag of unknown lands.

"I be known as Apocalypse. And you speak so bold, but can you uphold those statements? For you do not know what stands before you. Do not underestimate the potential enemy when you know damn well the worst kind of foe. Beware, bronc, fear the ones who have nothing to lose, for they are the ones willing to do anything to bring you down."

The bitter accentuations of her voice faded with a sharp snap of ivories and her spire carreened to the sky, its tainted love touching her lightly as she cast a deep glare down to him. Perhaps his attitude was one of importance? Perhaps he could prove himself to be worth something. A bold and tempoed stride took two steps forth topwards this mahogany stag, her kissers parted with a violent snort as her maw was thrust forth and her soft muzzle fell hard against his flesh, thouhg with a gentle spin she nipped him firm upon the shoulder before pulling away. A snap cracked like glass into the thin atmos as silence again encased the two, her flanks flexing as her feathered rears dug into the litho and gauged into a slow, seductive sort of walk...away from him? No, at an angle, as if eyeing him. Sizing him up one could say. Her brow furrowed in contemplation of his words. She had her own to spew on him, and he would listen.

"Sooo, Belagio. You expect me to instantly fall over and kiss your hooves? And you want no shit from me? Hah, that's almost laughable. I always have something to say. And could care less whether you like it or not. So don't give me any shit, and you will assuredly receive the same in return. I don't start fights. I finish them."

She was a bit overconfident, or so she was told, but what else was there to be? When you whole world could crash and fall in an instant if you weren't on your toes, there is no other way to be. She would not cower and she would not follow blindly. There was always something to say....she just wasn't afraid to say it. Pulling to a pose struck many times before, her fronts fell level, her rears at a slight angle as her sloping curvacious back pulsed in the early moonlight with her breaths. Deep and steady. Would he lash out at her for her bold words? She didn't care anymore. She wanted, no..needed a place to reside. And so she scolded herself once for being like she was, then praised herself for something she couldn't really explain.

ooc: -is silent and stares at her post- ....one word. ew.

[[E]den]

do you
have
the time

So wrench. You think you can tell me? You think you can teach me the ways. Think again. For im a afraid i know them all too well. Cerebrum tossed. Audits swerved as he demading tones seeped into his drums. Annoyance took place. But he wouldnt let her see it yet. Take a gander at what lies in front of you dove, This is no game. This is do or die.. Nares flared. Her lusciouse scent filled the nostrils dabbed ebonite. Mass shifted pon his stilts as he became restless. He had no respect for orders. And the only one who would give them was him. Oh .. Apocalypse did you say? Take your words that fall off your tongue, and choke on them. You dont phase me. Like all that stands, Actions speak much louder than words. Its time you learn that wrench. I refuse to teach you for longer. Or must i baby you? Like a helpless fawn. I am your predator... Find your best hiding spot deary, For the search has begun. The wind ruffles his nape and bristles. The distant howls touched his aud. Dry leaves brused pon his pelt. It was silent now.. Pfft.. Cord beat time and time against the thick lined rump of his. Muscles rippled through his lining. Winter coat was shading away. A fresh new look hung about. The shine, the gloss in his coat.. Made him look marvelouse really. But something etched at his nerves. The want, the need to teach this wrench what she needed.

ah Apocalypse. I do know the worst kind of foe indeed. But your words touch my fear with nothing more than a pinch. Assumptions eh? If you must know, i wish you not fall and kiss my hooves. You will bow, and kiss them a thousand times deary.

A sly smirk played pon the features of thus. His tricks were mere amusement in his way. No.. He would'nt boss her around. He wouldnt crack the whip over her back. Not without reason. Now, now. Lets see that bow shall we? Welcome to my world you filthy scum. Its about time you clean up your act. Audits plastered themselves pon his pan. Crania rose and bobbed. His chest bulged. Your ass is nothing without pride... Heavy breaths could be seen. Bodice, ribs moved along with the harmonouse movements of the breaths. A shy nicker released the depths of his vocals. Hoof imprinted the sodd as it tapped lightly. Signs of agression began to take place. Heavy sigh released his nares. Dont finish this game love, Your on your last life.

Now wrench. My presence is needed back within Froid. I will not hold you down. And force the sumbmission out of you. But what I do ask is you to follow. A decent femme i can tell you are. And i'd be auctually.. Glad if you would join. Hurry up femme. For i am departing soon.

Audits pulled foward. A relaxed manner. A flick of his cord was given for notice. Pillars struck the ground in a trot. Brushing past the femme with a nip of her rump. He rounded himself out in a canter, and U-turned around. A gallop took place as he passed her once more. Heading towards Froid.. Lady Apoc? Shall you stay, or shall you follow a real leader. Tick - Tock. The time is running low.


[ooc: -sniffles- aww it.. it.. it.. sucks! -falls backward onto Apoc.-

[lupa]

Covered the carcass of time with flowers
To send the scent of blame to the grave
Set the darkest thoughts on fire
And watched the ashes climb to Heaven's gates


A look of utter distaste caressed the galiant stag's bold features as he noticed the corpse of a stud half his size daring to enter a land that did not welcome his presence. Ah, what a fool you be youngster to tread into the threshold of one whom is your greater. Dare you light upon my palm and trust that the scratch i give you is not tainted? Silly, silly little pony, so sweet and half-heartedly light i see it. So slender is your physique.. ah, with one gust of my sacks through my nares would you slight to the ground! So sad… what a pity indeed. Ah, I would let your likes go if you twould so kindly step from the fae that was indeed stolen in my cross hairs first.. so, step aside light one, let your greater take what you cannot handle. Treading forth with sturdy pistons, the feathering rustling over his brawny clefts, every step placed firmly atop the forgiving loam, the sea of green bathing his barrel with its soft caress. Brow furrowing slightly as his optics hardened to jasperous stone, the glare was shot to this other nag who called himself a true stallion, pa, a stallion whom leaves the one he truly desires is indeed not what he would call suitable for the title. Then again, that was why Shalimar was the Lord of the Bachelors and had his own claim vaster than any meager stud, through blood and sweat he had earned his right to his ranking and he would be damned if it wasn’t acknowledged.

Death served wine for lovers
Brought from the world where devils reign
And intoxicated angels with sorrow
They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves


Muscles rippled evenly under the brute’s smooth, canvas of melded copper, onyx and phyre. The threads of his nape fluttered and meandered in the summer’s tickling breeze. The duo towers honed forward to the lady as he swept into a graceful bow one wouldn’t think possible by a draft breed such as he, though with smooth and practiced finesse it was a flowing motion. After noting his appreciations to the damsel he eyed the hellion with a distasteful glare as if he had seen a mule in stud’s cloth. Plastering his delicate honers to his scalp, Shalimar peeled back his solf velveteens to bare the lucid sabors, just daring the other stud to respond to his invitation. Bristling his bodice in a bunched arc of muscle and power the stag shifted his bulk to his stern, lofted ‘is forehand into the atmos. Revelling in his own vitality the bruthen let out a baritone pitch down into the lowlands calling back the pompous fool, if indeed he wished for this fae, he would have to go through Shalimar.

I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring
While the ice gives way under my feet
And so I drown with the sun

[[E]den]

[ooc: uhm, Belagio already left. But I'll fight you anyways. Make an entry post. and ill just make an attack move.]

[lupa]

kk, i will soon, tommarrow, tonight i have to study for a huge test in world history O.O save me.

[belagio lazzzy]

lol. awww. -saves- i hope you do well. ugh.. i suck at tests. -coughs- okies.. just take your time luff. -snugs- ttyl. If you want.. my SN is: EnvyMe6336, or hls x eden. we havent talked in a while