Post by Moulin on Jan 22, 2006 19:31:41 GMT -5
So I have come once more
My waverd attention drawing foward again
Soaked in rouge I may be
Soaked in in sorrow I am
I had moved to another
But the other moved on
Past the moon
Past the stars
Forever without his presnence
Im soon to starve
I have indeed come once more
A flash of roue, was all she could remember. As her first had passed, this one had fallen also. A single item she held from the brute, a spawn. Yes she had recived but one from a brute quarterd in a land not to far, but the spawn was killed, life leaving the babe. A male the first had coem by, she could not stand to look at it. Traits bearing all she had left, grown bored with. Would the fool come again? She was striken with loss, her little filla had grown, met age. Ashen pelting had grown darker, glare of chaos growing with hidden anger, rage, sorrow. The title of her previous was Dersk, Dersk it was forever. They were standing in the greenery of their choosing, the little filla tottering at their leggings. Moulin was drawn so close to the one whom had stolen her heart, stolen her being, stolen all. He stood protectivly, the residence of the lands unable to set gaze upon the young. The dubbance of the spawned was Ameria, as carefully spun as herself. The strong, delicate hadns holding the chisel marked the filla so carefully, dots and lines drawn with such precision. But there was a slip in his chilsel, a mark left unnoticed. The chisel had slipped, digging into the sires heart. The killer was the stallion dubbed Vladimire, foolish bronc. It was of his own, as the pair of three stood he approched. Labriums curled, the glint in his pools was one to scorn upon. A whisper emerged form Moulin's trapts Dersk, turn please. Listen to me . But he did not respond. Vladimire rose, rose with all his might. He appired as the threstral taking her dear first, what was this? Has Moulin forgotten the dubbance of the first? But this was old, Dersk was the new. Vladimire rose, taking his tole upon the one of lead ranking. Force dropping upon the spine, Dersk released a sudden scream, unexpected. Moulin snapped at Ameria, forcing her flee. She knew what Vladimire was after, Ameria. Dersk refused to allow this incest, but one begged to differ. Moulin was only a second too late, a moment. Dersk had fallen, oh but so would Vlad. She struck repetivly, unable to stop this rage. Vladimire remained beaten into the loam, one could not even decipher who this mass of rouge was. She would never speak, her leavence taken once more. The filla was not to be found again, but she knew none had touched. She would follow, follow with great accuracy.
Moulin moved through the unforgiving fog, the geo she had traveld upon of many times. No not the exact, but the lands of claimence, foolish brutes and very *friendly* persons of the species roaming theese parts. She would not follow one brute so easly, no. Pelting was smeared with rouge, yes this flash back was so fresh, new. But the rouge was not of her own, but of Dersk, and Vladimire. She had remained at Dersks side for a seeming eternity, the stench of the hessian strong upon her. A nudge was offerd the he of many times, dial moving slowly. A few whispers of a reply had been taken, but could not be desipherd. Just the humm of his leavence, the wishes he could have avioded such. Apologie of some sort, but Moulin wouldnt allow the apologie to be compleated. She shared the few moments in silence, only the few faint crys of sorrow drifting to the surface. The essa of ash stood in the open veiw, stood for all to see. Try me, all come foward. It will amuse me so, I will never be taken in such away ever egain. Serpintine dropped only slight, a delicate arch forming. The pluck of the braces held the same curve, such moving slowly upon the geo. Tresses dragged upon the loam, wisen she had become. No not old, never. Youthfull, but an aged grace and beauty. Her pacing lasted but for a few moments, the intricate movements leaning twards a stopping points. Cords whipped around the braces, a few strands carressing the diaphram so boldly. Labriums once held still parted, her sinfull melody making its revealence upon the empty waves. Sweet hisses, beckoning tones. She would enjoy the events to find its way once more, pools searched for one. A collector had he become? Scent strong in theese regions. Finding every sleeper of the lands and chasing them back to his domain, lovely. She would not be chased, do not poke and prod thy form foolish broncs. The very item of iron you prod with shall remaine unmarred, but you shall be tossed to the very fire it was forged from. The whispers drifted, seductry finding her, old ways never die.
Moulin thy dubbance, come speak rhyms to me. I have left, enured much. Do not come to poke and prod, that is my trait fools. Do try to show a hint of intresting traits, think with your mind. Have you forgotten what that is? Brute force may not give you it all, it surely wont. Come now, perhapse a little play it shall be
A live of silver dropping to bronz. A pang of guilt was it? Should Moulin have dropped also, the one of her belonging wishing her to do so? She had tones been able to think over the words musterd, the tones reading the embers shall burn, burn and renue. Ashes from ashes, death from death. Dersk shall rise again, upon that date she shall flee, flee to his being. Flinging herself upon, unable to be pealed from. But could one wash away her tears once more? Once more clensing her hard surface, to see the shine? Perhapse, her life of silver returned. First class, eloquence silver held. Seh cared not of title, a wording held by a strand of faith, and the mutters of a godforsaken pig of a louse bronc. Strands of silver began to still, the single line of silken threadings laying neatly, a transformation she had enured. Rustic appirence had smothed, as if the touch of her lost still followed her. To watch, to hold, to confide. She will never forget, a new era was to begin. Coem now brute, I dont bite....too hard.
Loss has striken me
Rouge dabbing thy metalic coating
Come now brutes of chaos
I search for one worthy
Worthy for thy presence
Worthy for thy coos
Loss has striken me
Would you like to learn thy tail?
